Tongue Twisting Tendencies

Damn Heard that boy is hazardous He writes his rhymes inside a Mac I heard that boy's immaculate Flow is dirty lyrics get more bitches than a pound I got bars niggas ain't even imagine yet Judge I'm innocent only tool I carry is an Allen wrench Niggas is inadequate it's maddening to have a group of average People trynna take my throne I'll up and blast again Call me Jason pull up wear my mask again It's happening Shoot him in the same room that I aimed through Marilyn Manson in Kudos to my haters cause they made us And f*ck whoever doubted all my labor I've been running around and stacking up my paper Cheddar cheese I'm greater And I tell my competition see ya later Smoking papers in an elevator going To the top with no effort I'm on an escalator Feeling like I'm Escobar emancipate the legislator F*ck around eliminate the eight remaining record players Causing concussions when I come back and cause a scene Huh Carefully crafting a compilation of my team Huh Baffled the baddest of bitches coming home wit me Huh Auditory madness when I step up to the beat Huh This is what I do, this my passion, this what I dream Huh Dollar dollar bill I'm only focused on the CREAM Granted we've been writing and rapping since we was teens But I knew I had the talent when I made these bitches scream Listen Okay Peter piper picked a peck of pickle peppers Preferably the pipe is what I used to penetrate poor Peter's cerebellum Passionately preparing for my plate Cause they've been a serving pickled peppers I've been serving fish eggs with a side of steak I'm on my Wu tang and bone thugs shit You girl called me told me come over trust I'll use that shit My lyrics are divine and godly I'll abuse that shit I'm not a rapper I'm an artist don't confuse that shit You better Move that brick And whoop that trick Respect You'll lose that shit I'm cool as shit Baby mama drama she pull up like Who's that bitch You blew that shit She knew like two of you that's it Reaching new heights Like where I was born I was creeping cold nights Gambled on the floor I'm needing two dice I rolled a double four Money ain't a thing so say I f*ck it and throw another roll Andry make another hit Wandy make another verse where you take Opportunities to talk ya shit Richard ready aiming wit the red dot And Anthony singing and rapping body with the headshot 496 that's the crew You know how we really do Top 5 in the industry I'm top 2 but not number 2 Cocky with some arrogance Inherently I'm pushing through "I'm a rapper can I join" we tell him Who the f*ck are you Cause you ain't with the gang and you ain't in the picture Andry riding shotgun wit shotguns Wandy wit a pistol Lyric guru I do to you what you confuse to be Ask around you're lucky I'm not as humble as I used to be F*ck it imma just expose what I do lyrically and musically The way that I handle syllables is crazy know the flow is never lazy Said she wanna have my babies but all these rappers my children I'm having sex inside of Paris I'm not talkin bout Hilton You know we Run it up 496 Coming up You know we Run it up 496 Coming up My flow elastic it's incredible I dash in the violet My pics are too defiant they might classify me a tyrant No call of duty search and destroy any beat I won't miss it Your whole team got murked You're the last one, complete the mission Mission is the vision that I made it Remember back elementary these niggas always hated Now I kick it in my neighborhood my shit is always gated And they tell me that I'm GOATED I'm a goat with my creations You know that I'm a critique I only work if it's a banger I write a song, record it mix it hit her up and bang her And lately I've been punching lines releasing all my anger Did two crimes together did her slime I had to frame her