MUGSHOT lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
.38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, that’s murder both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash

[Chorus]
Run, little punk, you f*cked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump

[Verse]
Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some di*k
Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
I slang di*k ’til her pus*y need maintеnance
Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change thе fit
She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my di*k in the middle
b*tch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler
Wanna act up? pus*y, put this stick to your dental
Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
My new toy c*ck back, this'll blow your sh*t—
Like, lay flat, like silhouettes
Am I psycho? (Uh) Just a little bit
You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
Aim one eye closed, b*tch, I feel like Slick Rick
Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance
Like Simon, do what I say so
She f*ck on me then my kin, hm
You so fake, when you wake up
Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
Something wrong with my mental
Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
Ryokan, ain't no peace, y’all
Persist to f*ck with my zen, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
.38 tucked, feelin’ like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, that's murder both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his b*tch wanna f*ck ’cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash

[Chorus]
Run, little punk, you f*cked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (Okay)