Michael Jacksum

Shad done taught me the motherfucking buttons and shit I'm finna record myself Crazy man F*ck nigga I'll jack something Known for beating niggas up You can go and ask em Better than your last one I don't know this nigga for a P, Imma tax em Get yo bitch and beat her bad nigga Michael Jackson I done figured out the buttons bitch it's bout to be something Shad choking off the jay it must be laced with something Somebody knocking at the door is that the police coming He think he really got some lean but it was Robitussin I'm a sheisty man Got a pistol in my pants like I'm Dirty Dan A nigga spinning while it's hot out like a ceiling fan African, American, He don't think he can f*ck but I can Beat a nigga black and blue Leave a nigga split in two I just bought a new Glock Trying to see what it can do Man he took yo fucking gun and he did what to you Man you ran off on the plug and he let you Couldn't be me Bitch keep Winan on my phone call her Cici I keep iron at all times man that fye stay with me Evil thoughts all in my head Kirk Franklin on repeat I'm trying to drown in her water off these drugs RIP Whitney I think I picked up a new habit and it's fucking up my kidneys We get them peezy's for the low But I don't know you 2250 And if you run your numbers right Then you can flood the whole city He DM threats on a burner imma leave em on read 17 in the clip plus 1 in the head Watch this I'm bout to rhyme head with head F*ck it imma leave his ass dead, hit em dead in his head Imma leave it on read like a nigga can't read Put a bag on his head tell a nigga take heed Jump off a roof land on his head Assassin's Creed Punch a nigga dead in his face like Apollo Creed Then get groovy on a nigga like I'm Michael Jackson Keep a 8 with me like I'm Lamar Jackson Make yo bitch scream loud just like Tamar Braxton Tell that nigga be cool before I blast him I could turn this bitch down, I could turn this bitch up But the shit that we smoking man it's odors buff I paid 100 for the steak and the steak was tough I told that bitch get out the car all I smelled was musk I done shot a ar and it knocked me down I done watched a junky snort a whole damn pound We just got the load in came from out of town I just shot my pistol and it shook the ground So I ain't really the one you wanna f*ck with I just sat here and talked my shit for a minute and like 43 seconds Hit em dead in his shit from 100 they can't help him And that petty shit that you be stressing we don't sweat it