Not been smoking for a while
Aye, aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I got my AB's and my CD's (Skrrt)
My CD's are on repeat (Yuh)
My AB's are the equivalent of the AC to the DC (Huh, yuh)
I got my PC running GT
(Aye) BB shooting BB's
These bullets coming at ya, you in the theater watching 3D
Just need 10 cc's, and i'm concentrated
And as dark as this sounds, i hardly made it
It doesn't matter what happens this world is shattered
If i were to pull the plug it would hardly matter
Cus then there would be another world to shatter
And you're not gonna know what's gonna happen
(Yuh) You f*ckers are running amok
I watch all these icy videos but i don't turn the volume up
Well It might be time to stop
This loft is going up
Cus you know all things considered, Lil Pump has fallen off
I'm coming to claim
My spot as a god leave you stuck in your grave
I got a hit list with a couple of names
Think you on top but you not in my lane
You better than i? The f*ck did you say?
Put up or shut up you stuttering lames
Calm like a monk but I'm covered in flame
I melt all your ice, it sucked down the drain
The flow slick like liquid
And a bit explicit
Got the sicker scriptures
And they wish i missed em
When i cut em off
Cos i scissor kick em
And say f*ck em all
In the intermission
When i enter missions
I can end em, end em
Leave their head just missing
Take the necklace necklace
That's a warning
Attacking all em
Im the preminition
Of terror terror
In this era, there is
A load of rappers, showing that they
Know no practice, load of wackness
Old heads that just, hold shit back from
Growing past the, golden rap and
Don't give dap to
Dopper rappers in the new wave
Makes me oh so mad I grab la loupe they
Gon get strangled, and when they die
I go compare em with the blueface
I'm chewing the track up
You get devoured
I'm executing you now just
Using the mag up
Shooting dead at ya
Acid rain
You get lead showers
Fuse nuclear power
Into my ink now when
I abuse the pen
It's like hallucinogens
Spewing in, to ya with
Newly sent data!
Oh by the way
This only two percent power!
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Not been smoking for a while
Aye, aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I got my AB's and my CD's (Skrrt)
My CD's are on repeat (Yuh)
My AB's are the equivalent of the AC to the DC (Huh, yuh)
I got my PC running GT
(Aye) BB shooting BB's
These bullets coming at ya, you in the theater watching 3D
Just need 10 cc's, and i'm concentrated
And as dark as this sounds, i hardly made it
It doesn't matter what happens this world is shattered
If i were to pull the plug it would hardly matter
Cus then there would be another world to shatter
And you're not gonna know what's gonna happen
(Yuh) You f*ckers are running amok
I watch all these icy videos but i don't turn the volume up
Well It might be time to stop
This loft is going up
Cus you know all things considered, Lil Pump has fallen off
I'm coming to claim
My spot as a god leave you stuck in your grave
I got a hit list with a couple of names
Think you on top but you not in my lane
You better than i? The f*ck did you say?
Put up or shut up you stuttering lames
Calm like a monk but I'm covered in flame
I melt all your ice, it sucked down the drain
The flow slick like liquid
And a bit explicit
Got the sicker scriptures
And they wish i missed em
When i cut em off
Cos i scissor kick em
And say f*ck em all
In the intermission
When i enter missions
I can end em, end em
Leave their head just missing
Take the necklace necklace
That's a warning
Attacking all em
Im the preminition
Of terror terror
In this era, there is
A load of rappers, showing that they
Know no practice, load of wackness
Old heads that just, hold shit back from
Growing past the, golden rap and
Don't give dap to
Dopper rappers in the new wave
Makes me oh so mad I grab la loupe they
Gon get strangled, and when they die
I go compare em with the blueface
I'm chewing the track up
You get devoured
I'm executing you now just
Using the mag up
Shooting dead at ya
Acid rain
You get lead showers
Fuse nuclear power
Into my ink now when
I abuse the pen
It's like hallucinogens
Spewing in, to ya with
Newly sent data!
Oh by the way
This only two percent power!
Aye, aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I got my AB's and my CD's (Skrrt)
My CD's are on repeat (Yuh)
My AB's are the equivalent of the AC to the DC (Huh, yuh)
I got my PC running GT
(Aye) BB shooting BB's
These bullets coming at ya, you in the theater watching 3D
Just need 10 cc's, and i'm concentrated
And as dark as this sounds, i hardly made it
It doesn't matter what happens this world is shattered
If i were to pull the plug it would hardly matter
Cus then there would be another world to shatter
And you're not gonna know what's gonna happen
(Yuh) You f*ckers are running amok
I watch all these icy videos but i don't turn the volume up
Well It might be time to stop
This loft is going up
Cus you know all things considered, Lil Pump has fallen off
I'm coming to claim
My spot as a god leave you stuck in your grave
I got a hit list with a couple of names
Think you on top but you not in my lane
You better than i? The f*ck did you say?
Put up or shut up you stuttering lames
Calm like a monk but I'm covered in flame
I melt all your ice, it sucked down the drain
The flow slick like liquid
And a bit explicit
Got the sicker scriptures
And they wish i missed em
When i cut em off
Cos i scissor kick em
And say f*ck em all
In the intermission
When i enter missions
I can end em, end em
Leave their head just missing
Take the necklace necklace
That's a warning
Attacking all em
Im the preminition
Of terror terror
In this era, there is
A load of rappers, showing that they
Know no practice, load of wackness
Old heads that just, hold shit back from
Growing past the, golden rap and
Don't give dap to
Dopper rappers in the new wave
Makes me oh so mad I grab la loupe they
Gon get strangled, and when they die
I go compare em with the blueface
I'm chewing the track up
You get devoured
I'm executing you now just
Using the mag up
Shooting dead at ya
Acid rain
You get lead showers
Fuse nuclear power
Into my ink now when
I abuse the pen
It's like hallucinogens
Spewing in, to ya with
Newly sent data!
Oh by the way
This only two percent power!
Writer: August Mouritsen, Paul Hoye
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid