47 (feat. Sugs)

Im kinda running through a desert like im lost in Alabama There ain't too much im good at, apart from spitting like a lama I mean woah she fine even in her pajamas I don't know, i might just hit that like a drummer

Barcode, double silver pistol 47 and I got a fiber wire, got it prepped up in my denim I don't fuck with all these hoes, like i never met em I come in with the thunder, with the mask on, im like Kennen Always ready

I trained like Yujiro Hit him once i'm betting, we can say it's all she wrote I Always leave a card, and we ain't talking Yugioh And i got way too many problems, i ain't sure they fixable, no way

And i ain't quitting til i get myself a big ass mansion Get some bitches dancing Call it dedication, cos im never resting All i want is their attention, not their understanding

Im toxic What she call poison, i call medicine Now im done with you, i found better, ain't no comparison Im changing, im on some Optimus shit So now im leaving, i ain't telling her, im dropping em hints aye

Fucking around, i gotta say, it's fun, but only for a while Rather fuck some shit up, calling Marcus, now we locked and loaded Looking around me, all i see is fakes and i can see for miles What the fuck is up with that, i need to switch up my surroundings

And i did Now it's worse than before Demons knocking, i don't know i might just open the door And when i bring em down, i won't soften the fall Aye im pretty fucking sure that you won't see me when i Come in with the

Barcode, double silver pistol 47 And i got the fiber wire, got it prepped up in my denim I don't fuck with all these hoes, like i never met em And i come in with the thunder, with the mask on, im like Kennen Always ready

I trained like Yujiro Hit him once i'm betting, we can say it's all she wrote I Always leave a card, and we ain't talking Yugioh And i got way too many problems, i ain't sure they fixable

Less days in the light than drinks in the night Don't come to my place with a plate, better luck at the Chow Hall Make space for the boss, know Downfvll my dog On god, know I got him til my downfall

Barely made the door check, pills strapped to my chest Bag hang like a mother fucking outlaw Throw a line through the S, yes yes Just collect my ten percent, pay homage, and I'm out ya'll

It's not impersonal, but perpetrators Say and guess my attitude could leave a bitch wishing Though they're wrong, cause I could introduce the side to the wife And in a night could see the two french kissing

Yeah I'm such a bad bitch, I'm like Emily in Paris But if Paris was some Ricks, so elegant yeah Got links on the cuff, rolled size of a tusk blunt Ripped from the tip of an elephant head

Leave the set if there ain't ket inside the green room ready Read the print, it listed it in my contract Every track is like a planet or like putty in my hands I'm making people pray to me and then I never come Back

Been meaner, ex out in public Stevie Wonder, imma swear I don't see her Team leader, me myself and I Set our trophies on the shelf where you can see 'em

I trained like Yujiro Hit him once i'm betting, we can say it's all she wrote I Always leave a card, and we ain't talking Yugioh And i got way too many problems, i ain't sure they fixable (No way)