47 Burke - Gordon Ramsey Lyrics

You a Dark Knight, but I don't like to play hero
Empty out the shells, like nigga you ain't Neo
You ain't dodging bullets, leave your pulse at zero
If I'm pulling up, I got drums, no reload
You be talking hard, but you fluent in all caps
You ain't slinging for real, I ain't really fondled of that
I don't even need a gun, put a tomahawk in his back
Say he gonna ride, but I know that ain't facts
Catching him slipping, Gordon Ramsey the way I cook niggas
You know I ain't even be in the f*cking kitchen
Say he wants smoke, but he got baby lungs
Coughing up blood after I pull up with that 80 drum
I don't save hoes, I just save racks
Counting up my bullets so I know how many I can bang back
Always catch these niggas lacking easily
So I always bring the heat for their little seasoned beef
If the good die young, then I'ma die old
Slinging this stainless, turning niggas into John Does
I stay elusive, keep my eye out the peep hole
I be swerving on niggas like i just got some cheat codes
If you want beef, you better murder me
I serve these niggas like stir fry with some courtesy
I'm looking for blood like it's a currency
Aim the f*cking pistol like a scalpel, surgery