I'm not of the storm, no It like you're slipping away I'm not of the storm, no I'm not afraid of the
You fuckin' with a (I you, baby) You with a killa (You're so sexy) You with a killa Lyrical, serial, evil or
Uhh, I'm in love with pep Switch a up, put a thug in a dress Chop a head off, pick his head up Turn it upside down, his blood from his neck
Uhh, I fly you with the Coupe now I'm fire, the marshal shut the booth down Uh, you fuckin' a killa
Take your body, your body, dump it in the river Turn in then, beat the case for it then Turn around and put I did it on my Twitter
Uhh, I'm a fucked up, Pill poppin', fucked up with us Me and Joey the cottonmouth (I you, baby) the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Sing
Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin' a killa (So crazy) I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, or killa
First the clouds form, they dark in the sky Then the heavens when a couple of them collide Then the toxic rain landed on my Caesar Jesus Christ, the storm arrive
6 foot somethin' made of Spanish What I write is fresh air my hand's in a vent Y'all 'bout to be lost like you know where your manager went That's just a heads up 'cause of y'all was plannin' a vic
I'm the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts on a fence
I'm the voice of the gutter your boys serve your mother And the noise from a clucker puts boy on a cover We annoy undercovers they never put on, we from the hood We snitch boy we weather the storm, we some killaz
You with a killa (I you, baby) You fuckin' with a (You're so sexy) You fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, or killa
I'm comin' flash just to blast your face mask Bullets flyin' faster than the spacecraft Get half your smashed by the click clack The a passion of massive plane crash
The mic minister write literature, sinister Might injure, your nine endin' your when it's the Prime time witness the prime Innocent kissin' goodbye, picture the I, givin' a fuck
The truth just walked in the booth talkin' Too I put a hot beat in a new coffin For I dig a grave then drop so many bars Around you when you listen feel like you in a
styles is sour, you makin' lemonade Take a thousand to write, our rhymes minute made Me, Joey and leave you crippled five cents but we'll kill you over Nickel, we some killaz
You fuckin' with a (I you, baby) You fuckin' a killa (You're so sexy) You fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, or killa
I with my shadow when he got on Twitter (so I) Don't like bein' followed so I that nigga A known loner, that's I'm a that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma
You lookin' at the suspect, with enough stress If you can give a fluck then I can give fluck with who I struck next so I set it for Success when I spit 'cause the vic is my metaphor
Self-destructive mixed light lies If, you for psychotic, I got it or don't Maybe y'all are retarded, And I observe while the world tries to act reserved
Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act that's Everybody relax, it's words, it's not It's gotta be doubt but Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it come out of
I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' a killa