Crime Scene

Finna pop yo credit card like I'm Pablo Escobar Trigger finger itchin finna show you what these switches are Rookie of the year, bitch just call me the superstar But you know I'm bout to punch yo debit card Actin' like you tough, finna put you in the graveyard Rap star, 2-0-1, but you know I had to self-guard Threw her ass in the dumpster, that's called a discard Pack up, punch a five-seven and call a ultraviolet Run up on bro, snatch his chain, yeah Ima rob it, got the iced out Pendant, gotta admit, I'm too legit Bitch made, boy, actin' like a dog, tell him, sit Put a bounty on your head and gang send a hit 2Sap, gon' be at the top, real soon Beat flowin' on these beats like some water No auto-tune, look over rap game like a Chinese spy balloon Gettin' turned off, double X, Dos Equis Puffin on exotic burner, got my eyes lookin' Chinese Not no Yao Ming, money big as hell, just like a oak tree Bullets hit him in the back, make him turn 50 degree Count the bullets up, motherfucker, it's like one, two, three Had to throw a banger of a party like it's Jubilee Fly a private jet to the courthouse like I'm Biden Spend a dub on a kicks they so drippy like Poseidon Mop his ass up after I'm done Call it custodian, hit you with the pole And I had to hit the road again Had to murder this track like name osama bin Twirly-whirly how I'm feelin' off the whiskey room Finna spin, BANOM switch this shit Had to shed some of y'all off like its snakeskin Orange Hi-C in the Wocky, it's sharp like a shark fin Looked in my bank account and it's full of Benjamins Rhyming all these words like it's the Evil Twins Call me Magic Johnson, the way I got five champ rings Just pulled up to B-dubs, boutta get some lemon pepper wings Devil lookin' at me, watchin' me come out all sins Finna open the credit site, gotta punch some bins Gonna come down your chimney, rob your ass like the Grinch Tryna brew some potions in the pot like a wizard witch Had to switch the flow up, know I had to change the pitch If you snitch on the gang, we gon' sew them lips Yellow diamonds on my neck like solar eclipse Call up, plug ask hi- like, nah, f*ck that flow man Shootin' off into outer space like I'm Johnny Test X marks the spot on the map, that's a hidden chest Better stop cappin' on my name is what suggest Talkin' on my name, you gon' have to wear a bullet Rappin this song with ease, didn't even break a sweat Gonna get you smoked like a Marlboro cigarette When I f*ck your bitch, I know you gon' be so upset Speedin' down the highway in a V12 Corvette Me and gang spin around town yeah, we a threat Too much closure on you ain't even met Remember that you gon' always be broke Don't forget, sorry that I punched your credit card Now you in cripplin' debt