BET Video (MV)

My bars are something to bet on
Why the hell he can come next up
With this stick like beretta
Turn you to a stutter stepper
Bitch we better than the meta
All my numbers go left side column of the record
If you win one, I can do you a little better
Pop the drum off like pepper
My shot never missed the head or the name ain't Mistah
Money collector to the debtor they done messed up
Burn your back crisp pulled the grip right off my hip
When I risk the clip spit pull up like to the pasture
Turn this shit to the rapture
Let it loose out of pandora's box with some laughter
And when they scatter and I shoot it can't even capture
If I move that money I only do it faster
Split and stunting I just smoke that gas bruh
For me it's looking sunny you just not a factor
You talking to the master or the pastor
Hoping that you come bring your all and worst
So I can leave your body up round the corner
Down the hall in the church
What about my rocky spurs you could've heard
I keep the lines blurred and my joints burnt
With any nerve, out of the map I might burst
Like a scourge on the verge of burning the whole verse
If you knew a wave I appear like a for sure surge
The crowds don't disperse when I emerge
Even if the fire seems too overt
That's no reason to be on alert
Like a curse I leave an exposed wire
To light the wild word and they learnt
That I'm a walking urge to shoot the early bird
And bury them in the dirt
And if that makes me a worm carrying in the game
Then I'm six feet deep certain
Or a surgeon 15 foot long serpent
That's about as heavy as the urgent words I spit fervent
When I pull back on the curtains
It seems I have some coercion to make this recurrent
I'm a constant disturbance
That you can't determine whether I have an aversion
To those not ever pleasuring the burden
That is just so uncertain
But it disappears at the emergence of my current observance
If I blurt it out too hot I might sizzle when I spit
And that doesn't take any exertion
And you heard it that whip is official
When I swerve through the midst like a servant
Riding cockpit is just another stick sure to quell any disturbance
Coming over the cliff up on a drift for the twist when I lane switch
If they had to ask me then I don't do the same shit
You got a small twig sit
Or you might get your wig split
I'm gonna smack you with a burial not a fist hit
Pied piper but with one shot single barrel on a flute
This money I been taking it just can't be a fluke
Nowadays there ain't no dispute that I been on the pursuit
Grab the troops and run way past the usual routes
Toss a band out alley oop up on the stoop
I keep a op in check two red spots but not deuce
Already ahead of they moves don't gotta choose
I abuse the disputes and they are just so confused
When I whip too many recruits back to the booth
Walk it up I'm uncouth but not uncovered by the neighbourhood sleuth
I refuse to be removed when I leave some wounds and more fumes
See the face up on the news but I don't peruse
It's no use I'll run your bag for the loot
You better be on your way to mute
Or I'll leave a splatter hop a coupe and boost
Out of there so fast they think I flew
My view has got some better clash when I stack to ensue
Still make it through and claim I knew