Double Tap

Everybody dies but you gonna die twice Imma double tap you and I ain’t talkin bout likes Imma finish this bitch, then get back to my life And you want it all to end, but I can’t let that slide Don’t take her name in vain, you lame We are not the same You are just a stain But I’m a boss when I’m rocking the game Don’t you dare bring up my exes, little bitch It wasn’t me flexin, but since we’re talkin bout it Guess I should mention that you don’t have a single one I thought you’d learn you lesson and be done But your response is lookin hella dumb Hella dumb thinkin that you won one Better run, son cause I ain’t doin this for fun bruh You say my rhymes are crappy But you make MGK’s look divine and snappy What’s up with all this personal attacking You just crossed the line and that’s so maddening So let me talk about your mommy and your daddy And the way they split cause they probably ain’t wanna son who is so saddening Can barely fucking speak And then he started rappin Then says that we the same But we so different Don’t try to play the game If you’re gonna bitch and complain when I am dragging your name I can not be tamed I’ve got a massive ego But I got skill unlike you, amigo And I’m alone by choice unlike you, you see, bro I’m the one who left Alyssa and I paid the price I don’t need you to go and tell me twice I’m bakin up a big f*ck you pie And you get the whole thing, I ain’t savin you a slice You’re right, I dedicated my life to the rhythm and the rhyme And it shows with every line Cause half the shit that you spit sounds like a nursery rhyme I’m really heated this time Now you really get to go and pay the pipe bitch You say I ain’t bad but you’re a fan No you’re a Stan Actually, a massive dick So add that d, I can not stand I’m actually heated, you messed kid Your lyrics ain’t makin me stressed kid Thank you for tryin your best bitch But you’re bark’s an alarm and your bite’s nonexistent Half of the time spent, double the words Triple ply wipe it cause you’re a turd Said you were done, then you returned Deleted your tracks, still gettin burned cause it don’t matter, you still said the words And I got stamina You’re gettin trapped in a whirlwind, you amateur I tried to give you a hand like a manicure But then you backstabbed and I’m mad at a fag You were my fuckin protege You feel no shame How you became it is no way to play the game You dug your grave Now there you lay Leave you behind I got my fam I got my pay I got my friends I got my flames, bitch