I'm not of the storm, no It like you're slipping away I'm not of the storm, no I'm not of the storm
You fuckin' with a (I you, baby) You fuckin' with a (You're so sexy) You fuckin' with a Lyrical, serial, or killa
Uhh, I'm in love this pep Switch a up, put a thug in a dress Chop a nigga head off, pick his up Turn it upside down, drink his from his neck
Uhh, I fly you with the Coupe now I'm fire, the fire marshal shut the down Uh, you with a killa
Take your body, rape your body, it in the river Turn myself in then, beat the for it then around and put I really did it on my Twitter
Uhh, I'm a fucked up, poppin', everybody fucked up with us Me and Joey the kings (I you, baby) What the fuck you talkin' Sing
Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin' a killa (So crazy) I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, evil or
the clouds form, then they dark in the sky Then the heavens roar when a of them collide Then the toxic rain landed on my Caesar then Jesus Christ, the arrive
6 somethin' made of Spanish descent I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent Y'all to be lost like you don't know where your manager went That's just a heads up none of y'all was plannin' a vic
I'm from the projects, Goose, a crate on the bench Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits Stand by the wrong man and your thoughts land on a fence
I'm the voice of the gutter where your serve your mother And the noise a clucker puts your boy on a cover We annoy undercovers 'cause they put on, we from the hood We snitch boy we weather the storm, we some killaz
You fuckin' a killa (I you, baby) You with a killa (You're so sexy) You fuckin' a killa Lyrical, serial, evil or
I'm comin' with flash to blast your face mask Bullets flyin' faster than the spacecraft Get half face smashed by the click clack The impact's a passion of plane crash
The mic write literature, rhyme sinister injure, your nine endin' your life when it's the Prime miniature witness the prime Innocent kissin' goodbye, picture the I, givin' a fuck
The truth walkin' just walked in the booth Too often I put a hot in a new coffin For instrumentals I dig a then drop so many bars Around you when you listen feel like you in a
Niggaz is sour, you makin' lemonade Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes minute Me, Joey and Joell leave you Motherfuck five cents but kill you over Nickel, we some killaz
You with a killa (I you, baby) You fuckin' a killa (You're so sexy) You fuckin' with a Lyrical, serial, or killa
I disagreed with my when he got on Twitter (so I) Don't like bein' followed so I that nigga A loner, that's backwards I'm a loner that's known to to put a comber in a coma
You lookin' at the suspect, with enough stress If you can give a fluck I can give fluck less Obsessed who I struck next so I set it for Success when I spit the vic is my next metaphor
Self-destructive mixed with lies If, you lookin' for psychotic, I got it or Maybe y'all are retarded, And I observe the whole world tries to act reserved
Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act superb relax, it's words, maybe it's not It's gotta be reasonable but Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it out of hers
I'm fuckin' a killa I'm fuckin' with a I'm fuckin' with a I'm fuckin' a killa