Showdown

Back in town I gotta throw down I pull up, I turn it to a fucking show now I stay lit, I'm going crazy every year round No I can't forgive you when you got your tears out Motherfuckers talking shit, bitch don't play with me now Okay its myself vs these motherfuckers Funny shit they on Chris Tucker How you feelin'? Never better Myself vs these motherfuckers Trappin in the Ville, the gutter That's your bitch, no more, I fucked her Myself vs these motherfuckers Bitch I feel like I'm El Chapo, I got all the Guapo She calling me Flacko That bitch that you thought you was with, yea I hit her a while ago She took too many photos Why she do the least when every time she really do the most Why she do the most, cuz nah I don't know I can't every fold on no bitch ass hoe Running up shit I'm gone, I'm gone Shooting with instinct, Ace in the hole I know that I got a whole lotta flows For this one I don't know which one I chose I'm at a show its a whole lotta pits I'm at a show its a whole lotta hits F*ck it, I'm going I'm going I'm going Foot on the pedal, there's no slowing I'm at a show its a whole lotta pits I'm at a show its a whole lotta hits When I fly home I feel like the shit When I'm Back in town I gotta throw down I pull up, I turn it to a fucking show now I stay lit, I'm going crazy every year round No I can't forgive you when you got your tears out Motherfuckers talking shit, bitch don't play with me now