[Chorus: PVSSYEATER]
We determine when his life ends.
I got no friends.
They all loose ends.
Like her pussy, shit bends.
You bite trends.
I buy islands, luxury, I land.
S.W.A.T, send the shots, POP POP.
[Verse 1: PVSSYEATER]
Shoot death stars.
Cough it up, breath hard.
Undercover, motherfucker.
X marks the spot.
You dead, as well shot.
Speaking yo shit, very old.
There shots, I ain't know.
It burns, I flame tho.
I do my thang.
Let shit hang.
BANG BANG
When you get rocked, you get humbled.
If I got rocked, I get stumbled.
I come back to rumblะต and plumule.
Cup of murderers.
Bitch, I'm pumping hะตr.
Wrist so ice.
Bitch, so fly.
You little dummy, I go hard.
So funny, laugh hard.
Keep comparing girlfriends little bitch.
Yo gon' get hit with the riddled clip.
I cause a crisis.
I'm isis.
Your life is a slight diss.
Maxing out my rhymes bitch.
[Verse 2: Multiple$]
I'm never stressing.
I'm pressure pressing.
Forever blessing.
30 round mag to your clout bag.
Throw em, ground drag.
Just talk your shit, don't reach for the clip.
The momment you touch the mag, you become a fag.
Don't send bullets, hands, push it.
Send grenades, you been afraid.
Hit yo face, not with a pillowcase.
I penetrate, heading straight to carry weight.
Shooting bodies in winter.
Once white, now red.
Not polite, might ignite.
The bomb, so bright.
Gun go thum thum.
Damage, I blood none.
Mag go drum da da da da.
You motherfuckers fake.
Shed that skin you snake.
Been here for so long, considered a senior.
So young, they think I'm new here.
I'm 5 star rated, I ain't calling Lester.
You peaking digits.
I'm breaking limits.
Don't carry a strap, carry twin blades.
Don't kill em fast, kill em slow, bitch.
Only smoke you getting is that vape, don't slip.
Old clip still kill yo old shit.
Know bitch.
[Chorus: PVSSYEATER]
We determine when his life ends.
I got no friends.
They all loose ends.
Like her pussy, shit bends.
You bite trends.
I buy islands, luxury, I land.
S.W.A.T, send the shots, POP POP.
[Verse 3: Hysteria]
S-W-A-T.
Flex trouble you, aim me.
An intellect in effect, inspect.
Riot shield, deny a science field.
AR, I wield.
Aim hard, I still.
Body armor, stomping harder.
I got a lyrical glock, miracle flow.
You see my artillery?
Killed you, that's history.
Kill them easily.
Murder me? You kidding me?
Split them in three, on a killing spree.
I'm dark, devious.
I'm far, frivolous.
My bars always got them heavy thinkin'.
I start to twist and pull their brain cells, leave em tweakin'.
My bars age so fine, I guess that's why they always whine.
You such a pussy, you pull up with a strap-on.
I shoot up, I got a strap on.
Exploring his block with his glock.
Already killed him and the opps.
Always thinking outside the box.
So damn unorthodox.
I floor the glock, explore the block.
Dora's spot.
This ain't me being woke, it's me being factual
I got lyrical bullets, they ain't tactical.
My lines too lyrics are always adaptive.
My rhymes to physics are always captive.
Flee the scene then act like, what happened here?
Knowing I just killed everyone in there.
[Verse 4: Kaysongetdasmoke & ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ]
Those Motherfuckers the ones we pressing.
Loud mouth, I'm always expressing.
Genius mind, is what I'm possessing.
Actually land those disses, stop guessing.
A demon to you, I pop blessings.
Killed you, I just left your remains.
I lift trains to hit his pains.
Stay in my car, don't switch lanes.
Can't dethrone me, this the king reign.
๐ง๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ ๐ถ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ท๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฟ, ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ถ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ท๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป'.
I'm playing poker, his eye is what I'm pokin'.
๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ, ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐บ ๐๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป'.
Don't hop on waves, I'm always flowin'.
๐๐ถ๐ด ๐ด๐ผ๐๐ต ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐บ ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป'.
Stuttering bars, you fuckin' chokin'.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ธ ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ, ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป.
No subliminal disses, I ain't sugar coatin'.
๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ, ๐ถ'๐บ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ณ๐น๐ผ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป'.
These packs, I'm always smokin'.
๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป'.
TMT, the bombs I'm throwin'.
๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐, ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐น๐ผ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป'.
Killed 5 bodies, I got no emotion.
๐๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ด, ๐ถ๐บ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ป'.
You in my reticle.
The way you writing is quite skeptical.
It looks like mine, identical.
You frightened, brittle.
S-W-A-T, at yo AV.
Blow up that audio.
Then we say fuck it, adios.
[Chorus: PVSSYEATER]
We determine when his life ends.
I got no friends.
They all loose ends.
Like her pussy, shit bends.
You bite trends.
I buy islands, luxury, I land.
S.W.A.T, send the shots, POP POP.