Blacklist who pussy?
I’m just getting started boy, this game like new pussy
Head first, make her say my name like who’s pussy
Is it.. fuck with it exquisite

And I’m pimpin’ ya bitch, like my ride my nigga call me Xzibit
I hope you friends with your god, because you next to see him
If I hit you you’ll fly a whole hectometer

Say ya life a movie bet a long clip wet the theater
You can never school me bet I’ll probably work check your teacher
Bless the speakers everytime we involved
So you catch the second shot before the barrel revolve

Bet you never had to stare at a god, rappers get body bags
Let the pallbearers stare at ya moms

See a murder in your future when they stare at your palms

Nigga I’m the next heir to Sadaam, came prepared with a bomb
You may lose a whole pair full of arms

You decomposing, you could smell it in the air on a farm
Boy these bars different, list y’all favorites, they all get it
Fall victim but they still wanna play it on all systems
It’s fourth quarter, if Gu wide open I’m finna swing it
Shoot a high percentage

Lil nigga I’m gon wing it
I’ma rise the leverage you rudimentary and it’s evident
My shooter’ll take a chomp out you like The Revenant
Nigga I’m the same ol’ G, and I’m genuine
And I can also relapse on rappers like I’m Eminem
I make machines like Elon, possessed de-mon
I’m prime time like Deon, but half Clingon

And one style catch fire once and they all cling on
Swear these rappers share one beat they all sing on
And I sing songs but you could bring on
Any bar spitter you rate, bet my bars spit in his face
Disregard your catalog by time my first four five
Bars just rattle off, you don’t wanna battle Josh

What’s the difference between Ryu and Ken
Not much, I let some fireballs fly through your Benz
It’s a storm when I ride through your ends
I pull up on you you shit yourself, you need a whole line of Depends
Why rap niggas really wanna die at the ledge
Well fuck it, at least that pussy nigga high on the ledge

And I’m the pusher man, push you make you fly off the ledge
Ain’t a mountain high enough like Diana said
Fully loaded I could fire instead, I’m quite tense
Mike Pence, if I lose it make it fly on your head

You a hustler nigga minus the bread
I’m Leonidas with fightin’ niggas, lil nigga off with your head
Like it’s rink night, niggas skate off with your bread
Before walking up, you should proceed with caution instead
For rappers, my nine to five is turning coffins to bed
Any rappers wanna hop in instead?

And for that Santa size bag get your jingle bells rocked in your sled
Til that white track suit that you was rocking is red
I don’t say much, you’d rather do the talking instead

Hope you pray much, ‘cause you gon need God to repent
I’m a deep nigga, you gon feel all types of decents
Niggas tried to kill me, I had all types of attempts
You ain’t never seen Mike on the bench
Fuck around and score thirty four in the forth, all type of defence

I make quick decisions you spend the whole night on the fence
Just to fuck up and pick the wrong way of life in the end
You lil bitch..