NOMORERAZZI (feat. Aspekt, Dovahnoface, Iggy Jones & Mxtxbbyghost)

Fear what Bitch I don't fear shit Bad boy I'll let your pills hit Pulled up Now he look nervous Boy I kno for certain that my timing coming perfect I push the pace on em I made that bitch run I beat the breaks off em That's why his face fucked 40 out real tough Homie smoke some Put it on my motha you be chokin when that time come Ain't No razzi gon f*ck wit me Put a milli on my head im movin comfortably Posted up wit the militia where the soldiers be And where your bitch be tryna get better get ya p Bro let's pipe up What it do We ain't blackin out for shit we in the booth That's why our moves be movin head and makin blues The whole city fuckin weird and out of tune The crew tight all in that's fax On the map F*ck that Y'all trash Take a path See steps Step back You ain't ready for the kid to make a stack Y'all my sons call cps can't stop abusin ya boys Y'all obsolete I beat the beat that's why they root for ya boy I watch em gas y'all up for what the scenes polluted my boy Man I'm so sick of all the talk it's time to prove it my boy Where the Where the Where the innovators at I got my paws upon the game and ain't no way I'd give it back I see yall hating from the side youza bench playa Jack Ion talk smack I speak facts Ghost done said it once but bitch we going back to back I'm Stacking bones up with my doggies we ain't playing patty whack y'all must be smokin crack to think you really popping off I know y'all bois can talk the talk but lemme see ya walk the walk Oh no I think the crew all paraplegic Spoutin handy cap you almost had my ass believin It's Time to switch the game up Spring cleaning Off the rip I told you bois it's open season Gold chain on me I could give a f*ck If it's hands these pussies want Then bitch I'm throwin em Bitch I rock a fuckin show I got my bro on em I might Drop ya fuckin bros Like bitch they bound to run If a pussy run up on me Imma grip a blade If ya homie want some shmoke Then u gon leave ashamed Imma rave rave rave On a homies grave Look like guile Imma leave a homie wit a shave F*ck homies I've been with my bros It's been 6 fuckin years Of yall on ya toes Now im comin out the crypts With the shit I wrote A 6 inch blade been The only thing I tote A big rippa in ya dreams They gon call out to ghost I got drugs in every pocket On my old ass coat If u gon run up on the ghost We make u stop at the bros And if u talkin that shit U catchin fade at the show