[Verse 1]
You a big dog with that slick talk get picked off pull a kick door fuck a pick lock get your shit rocked I keep tools like a pit stop no pop music this is hip hop no skinny jeans no lip gloss fuck a man bun need some Big locks only time will tell homie tick tock, Say my name is all you gotta do take a shot or two take a shot at you birdbox with a birdchest he got a motley crew full of kakatoos like who tha fuck you think you talkin to? Show his ass what a goblin do run up on you have you coppin deauces didn't catch the reference? I ain't fond of you. Should of said something when you heard it, that diss track made him nervous talking all that tough talk bet he'll never say that shit in person. An every bullet got your name on it put a name on it i ain't ever scared to say you lame homie keep a thang on me keep killas round me thatll bang homie you can bank on it i never lose Im incredible Im impeccable bustin pipes is what pressure do i would rather let the pressure ruin took you 10 months just to come back. What you think i wouldn't bust back? chopper hittin like its rough sex i just pulled that straight up off the gun rack The question is how you gonna manage this when shit hits the fan i spark heat you get branded you slithered I'm not from Atlanta with all of this love from Detroit that I gathered from being a Savage eating these rappers Don't Dance with the Devil your femur get shattered. (Your femur get shattered) It don't even matter I creep with the ratchet while peeping their patterns revolvers in rugers I shoot up your crew and just call it an accident you can get dropped like watching the medicine fall from the top of the cabinet burning these candles I make you a sacrament try to imagine it more than an advocate satanic activist hate to be passionate summon the devil Without Even practicing
[Chorus]
Now no one gives no mother fuc about no MGK
Eat them up and clean that plate like it's a piece of cake (nom nom nom)
No dabbing up no doing tracks we ain't no meek an dre if i see you face to face that shit be DOA
[Verse 2]
Never shaky hands are study while I'm blowing wax Runnin circles round this bitch like it's a cul-de-sac you a rat bitch im a snake yeah that's a cobra snack bitch you pussy why you flexin yeah i know the facts if I wasn't a threat you wouldn't speak on that subject quit all that frontin murder is all that she wrote the spelling is perfect no one a suspect you know they watching me breaking you down checkin impurities (checkin impurities) bitch you pay for security you should have took me seriously I'm at your neck cut your esophagus out (cutting it out) you couldn't hang with the kickers im choppin em down (choppin em down) feelin froggy then bounce nail in the coffin the box in the ground out I'm not no wannabe rapper you talking about ain't no stopping me now come to Atlanta I'll rob you in public cuz nobody fuck witchu partna you really ain't bout it so keep it to music you really dont want any drama bitch you a junkie you thinkin its funny you talkin bout snortin the powder. Donald Lee Hallowell right up the road i got homies that serve you the chowder
I really don't fuck with your campaign my haters are all on your fan page your gon' need more than a bandaid make you a part of my landscape. Flirting with death, doing the dash? And hearing the sound of the camchain? And ive been the devil so stoop to my level get popped in your top like its champagne, bitch you did movies cuz you ass at rappin. Better get back to actin. Try not to act a savage and all that the? and all that aggression You showin is fake we know that you wack and passive you really dont want any smoke get put in a hole and wrapped in plastic And ima be honest theres so many guns in my closet i think ima dig em out and ima dismember the body im sick in the head with the things that i think about. No body no evidence. No witness no weapon theres nothing to figure out you need to simmer down this is shit ive been about you never lived it out
[Chorus]
Now no one gives no mother fuck about no MGK
Eat them up and clean that plate like it's a piece of cake (nom nom nom)
No dabbing up no doing tracks we ain't no meek an drake
If i see you face to face that shit be DOA