3BIN (feat. TGNAF $MUTT)

Oh, you think you can hold me Fire, like water, your best is my worst and it's peak Yes, I even bet I'm better than him in my sleep Even my lyrics can spit lyrics hotter than he No, that shit does nothing to me Now back under my feet, where you're supposed to be if your Bragging and boasting, you can get your shit took She gone, give me your addy when you go to f*ck Slit to your fucking crib with some stabbers and knots Always got some shotters with me, stuffing curry beside Take a couple quick bends and I make it double up Always asking about some bodies, but we keep it zipped up I don't ever say shit about my motherfucking actions Wait, wait, fatal attraction She only call me when it's time for satisfaction I don't do this for no fucking reaction Only do it so I can vent, instead of blaspheming Blaspheming, fast man, better run fast, man Never trusting, always clutching, keep a gap, man No Batman, cause all y'all know I'm fucking Robin No Fatman, I see blue lights, I'm fucking dodging Six-foot white boy with these tats across my body I stay progressive like the Geico, tryna stop me Don't have to cock it, I'm shooting hens with all my rockets When I take your shit, bunny ears run in pocket If he's the plug, then bitch, I'm the socket Bitch all on my pig, yeah, she clean it up like a nasty lil' fiend I'll have my dude dress as Piccolo, hit you with his special beam I team right for me, they know my bars cut like surgery Not marines, but we tote guns like armory I'll paint this place red, cut femoral artery This becomes your deathbed and your infirmary I can't let you die yet, your mind still ain't broke like mine Yeah, I'm demented, I laugh at precursory Yeah, take you back in time, make you blow up your old nursery Yeah, ice pig really spitting, this isn't forgery For revenge, I'll get your bitch under my spell like sorcery Wrecking and boosting, you can be in your shit too G-Gone, give me your alley wings Who the f*ck cleared to your fucking crib With some stabbers and knives Always got some shotters with me, Steffy Curry