Ayo
I said ayo
Ayo Tical these the rap Double ACP awards
Give me my fuckin trophy
We're taking everything

WU-TANG

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables
(Training Day)
I'll get you dusted like no respect for you
I got more glocks and techs than you
I make it hot
Even yo mama won't stand next to you

Ayo
Who the fuck is this
Hitting me a 5:46 in the morning
Pulling on my hive I'll let the killer bees swarm in
The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman
I convert the dormant
I could make a movie
Two killers in the sofa
Ear to ear buck-fifty
Have you smiling like the Joker
From the lynches and submissions
The llamas and the henchmen
Put these niggas on spin cuz the machine it had to rinse em

Wu-Tang is for the children
Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims
My thumbs for counting ones
But this middle is for your feelings
What the bloodclot I'm illin'
Pop stars not civilians
Sick of y'all not to mention
These shots Amoxicillin
Me and Ghostface Kill em
All over faces written
Tell a boldface liar
About face and drill em
Like they Dean Cain, get em
I hit em with gutta flow
To keep em on they toes just for kicks
Like What are thoooose

And I'ma tell you this
Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you niggas like fish
It comes to murder I assist
Operating tables quietly they tried to stitch
This bout a bitch
(This bout a bitch)
Then cut the mollys out her tits
Two-tone tassels red Wally's with the grips
60 Minutes told her press
We like the Saudis of this shit
And I was dead wrong
I fucked the body off this shit
Left her bones on the bed her head was wobbly as a bitch

I tell her La-Di-Da-Di like I'm Rick
We jammin' in the party Bob Marley with the spliff
Black Bugatti with the shift
Look at Johnny
I'm Blazing, got an army not a clique
Wu-Wear laundry
Sometime it say Armani cuz I'm rich
Flow tsunami
I'm scheming like a Saudi with a brick
Rappers indie, but claim it was a ponzi when they slip
I get the thumbs up like Fonzie cuz I'm lit
New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables
(Training day)
I'll get you dusted like no respect for you
I got more glocks and techs than you
I make it hot
Even yo mama won't stand next to you

Ayo
You feel me
Theres more and more niggas tryna kill me
Jewelry too heavy
Diamonds too milky
The way I shoot the gift it's like my slide is too silky
My mouth caught a body on cam but my tongue guilty
My mouth talk dirty with grandma my tongue filthy
My arms come with armor
My baby momma's a MILFY
And drama is the karma I gave her something that killed me
And still might steal on a rapper because I'm still me"