ORDEAL lyrics

[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin' up?
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[Verse 1]
Uh, uh
I pull up, I'm flexing, ya dig?
I'm gettin' signals from yo b*tch
Plus I be sniffin' on b*tch
Don't talk to me while I'm linin' up yola
I got some strings on yo thot, I control her
Couple perc' five's in the muhf*ckin' soda
I got some shooters, they posted all over
Aye, and I got this thing on my hip
And if you do same, you gon' flip
But I promise that you will not die slow
I said that I like burning bodies, I'm pyro
Pull up at the door, b*tch I look like a psycho
And yes I f*cked her, she not even my type though
I need a b*tch with a tight throat
She ridin' di*k, motorcycle

[Verse 2]
Walk in this b*tch, I make sure that my presence felt
f*ck with the devil lil' b*tch, I came outta' hеll
My gun big body, it's dropping out .40 shells
Your raps all fiction, they just be somе story tales
Put him a grave, he gon' need a memorial
Talkin' online and now you in the Ordeal
Others might cap but I got this sh*t for real
I'm always in drive, I ain't talkin' bout' four wheel (f*ck, f*ck)
Wet, wet, dunk on your b*tch like O'Neal
Yellin' and sh*t, like what is your hoes' deal?
Better keep quiet before we approach you
I'm in the field, b*tch how I'm gon' coach you?
You play around and we just might be smokin' you
[Verse 3]
I'm with a b*tch from LA at the W
Monsters be under yo' bed, best look under you
I'm putting acid on paper like scientists
Takin' this di*k, she gon' some enlightenment
Hit up McDonalds and see if they hirin'
I pull out the chopper then we get to firin'
Broke motherf*ckers stay hittin' my line again
f*ck what you say, I'll p*ss on yo' entitlement

[Verse 4]
(Hades)
Had to wet him up and then I put lil' bro up in the dryer
Turn him to a missin' person, got his face up on a flyer
When I'm in the field, I got my heat because its dire
And I'm f*cking on yo b*tch in the AM, no I'm not tired
Choppa knock the brains out of his skull and now he a flat tire
Gettin old, you a sucker, I think you need to retire
I be bouncin' off the walls, I do some yola, I get hyper
b*tch I really f*ckin' trap, you is just another typer
I get all up in the water, something like a f*cking diver
I get all up in your daughter, swear to God I can't deny her
I'm a pyromaniac, why all my music f*cking fire?

[Verse 5]
Glock 22 all up on my side, I grab it then I fire
f*ck you gonna do if I'm with Christ and he with all the spiders (Dillinger)
Like I'm Michael Myers
I-I be gripping on the chop so much, I'm getting arthritis
Everything I'm touchin' turnin' gold, I must've got the Midas
Ev-Every time I see you go on froze like you ain't right beside us
Crush em with the tip of my tec and I ain't talking Linus
All my f*ckin' music spreadin' like it got Coronavirus
I be sniffin' on that Miley Cyrus, clogging up my sinus
I just bought me some brand new Margielas, you still rock Osiris
I just put my finger on the trigger, don't get me excited
If I'm slidin to your shorty's crib then I'm finna pipe it
Got yo homie rolled up in my blunt and I'm boutta' light it
Let me tell the story about a goofy who thought he could try it
These is VV diamonds
Diamonds round my neck, I f*ck yo b*tch and I ain't even trying
Got her comin' back because she found out that my di*k is giant
Catchin' everything like 2012 and I'm the New York Giants
Hit him with the pan because a motherf*cker really fryin'
[Verse 6]
I'm a young whippersnapper, the pus*y what I am after
Like I just killed yo dad, I turned his son to a bast*rd
And this a really real clapper
He thought he invincible until his head done got splattered
I cut the coke up with plaster
Like we ain't even get to finish, b*tch this sh*t is a master
Al-All my numbers goin' up while all your numbers go backwards
I am so high, I'm on Saturn
Can you not pick up the patterns?, this piece will leave your brain scattered
I whip my di*k out, Mick Jagger
You like my shoes, well I'm flattered
All yo raps are f*ckin' make believe just like Flat Earth
Plus yo shorty is built like a twig, my b*tches ass fatter
Ha, that's a fact