Uh, you know what?
I don't even wanna do no introduction, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just play that shit, man
Off the top
When an ounce of cash comes to his attire, man's roster
You a crop duster, spring the season, we some flying saucers
Keep away from what you know, twice as far from what you don't
Consequences come to those who chose to fuck with us, lil' ho
All we do is make our music, keep away from using units
Sometimes I play with my crazy button and then I abuse it
All I publish is the truth, do I play it by the rules?
'Cause you'll never make a choice or two and end up dying, fool
I got a dime for Paul and Jay, just to haul away
Time to do some dirt, blast and ball away
Ain't playin' with y'all today, I'm real that all the way
I'm tryna get that money, dawg, I'm never stallin' pay
Got problems, I brought a K, at ten I hauled a K
Tell a friend to bird, this the first bird, no stallin' pay
From the day 'til haulin' day, tough from snow to May
Block a nigga shine, motherfucker, you on the way
I think I got 'em scared, it's because I'm with the six
Or it's because they all can suck a dick
I'll treat you all just like a bitch
And when you see me, don't be actin' like you know me, trick
No competition, y'all nigga bitches
Why don't you sit down somewhere and just listen?
Don't hate, nigga, don't hate
Yeah, I'll rob and I'll say it to your face, bitch
Now send my jam up, hear these bitches talkin' slander
We caught you slippin' up when we hit 'em with them hammers
It was glamour to beat 'em down like Evander
From the player life, boy, I clutch it like a panther
He a wanksta, somethin' far from a gangsta
If that boy was locked in jail, them niggas probably shank ya
He started runnin' like a bitch, a scurry woman
I heard he into suckin' dicks and lickin' niggas' cum, yeah
I wish a motherfucker would put his hands on me
Have his brain poppin' off like John Kennedy
Send your enemies to this devilish hard time
Startin' at the kindergarten, glad back your toddler
So say, "Bang," I'm Machine Gun Kelly
When I slice intestines or fall out your belly
I pump, pump, squeeze trigger, swing blades, thrust a knife
C4 in your mouth, blow your ass away, it sounds like
Now here the Time Rhymes, back on the grind
I just shot my nine for the very ninth time
At the little bitch nigga that sold Killa on CD
But couldn't back it up when I saw him in
And I ain't that evil, I hope the nigga get well
Claim he solid as a rock, but I seen his face swell
Now go and tell your mother that sissy missed the
Kill yourself, six in they truth
We ain't no motherfuckin' fairy tale, you ain't dreamin'
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