EVERYBODY LOVES RAYGUN lyrics

[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
B-B-B-b*tch, I'm gonna make another motherf*ckin' milli'
I really be goin' silly, these rappers will pop they pillies
I'm feelin' like I'ma kill it, I'm feelin' like I'm a villain
I'ma be that motherf*cker til' they get to blood spillin'
Yeah, uh, get out my way son
Clique roll deep, anybody wanna say some'
Say some, tell that boy, play some
Oh that sh*t burns
Motherf*cker gettin' popped with a raygun
Yeah, uh, get my bag
b*tch, I'ma get my bag, and that's a hundred flat
If you gon' try to chat, b*tch, I don't wanna chat
And I'ma take that cash, we let that choppa blast
b*tch, uh, I'm with my brothers
My brothers, my soldiers, my soldiers, my fleet
Levelin' up, b*tch, I'm levеlin' up
Ain't nobody gon' stop me, go 'head take a sеat
Ten men deep, watch a motherf*cker creep
You a friend of the enemy, I'ma put 'em six-feet
b*tch, I'm steepin' so readily, now I got sore feet
I been better than ever, I leave 'em dead OD
Okay, yeah, young motherf*cker get buck, no f*cks to give
It ain't luck, lil' b*tch
Think I'm stuck with this
I'm never making it back to that day job, f*ck that sh*t (f*ck that sh*t)
[Interlude: SXMPRA]
You know what the f*ck is going on, b*tch
Comin' straight out the motherf*ckin' Southern Hemisphere
Can I get a round of applause for Lil Darkie, ladies and gentlemen?

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, motherf*cker wanna act real tough
Give a f*ck, 'bout a pus*y n*gga, do him like duff (Brrt)
End up in the can for a stick in his hand
Like a bush, roll him up, smoke him down like puff
Getting real buff, like I body build
We don't really give a single f*ck about how you feel, b*tch
Never gettin' full, I want another meal
All my n*ggas eat, we obese, I don't wanna deal, b*tch
They love it when it rap, they gonna run the sh*t back
I be runnin' track on 'em like Usain Bolt, b*tch
We be getting rich, makin' tracks in the backyard
While you havin' fights with the same ol' b*tch?
Down bad, wishin' you could do this sh*t
I'm a bullet, how a n*gga goin' through this sh*t
Breakin' two of yo' ribs
Light 'em on fire like a Buddhist when I'm rappin'
I ain't new to this sh*t
Been a few years I been spittin', I'ma rip it up
I cannot f*ck with a b*tch if she ain't thick enough
Coming with the venom, when I'm talkin' about enemies, not a friend to me
And nothing that you sayin' offending me
I got the weed bag from the rappers' weak asses
Rollin' up a blunt and I turn 'em into ashes
Know you wanna hit, but we just can't pass it
And we doin' it so quick, b*tch, I think you need glasses
[Interlude 2: Lil Darkie]
Ahahaha, b*tch, you know what the f*ck going on
This that NZ to the LBC sh*t

[Verse 3: Savage Ga$p]
Okay, I'm back again
Rat-tat-tat-tat I'm tappin' in
Don't get too attached to that
You're crashin' out, I'll smash her then
This sh*t not on accident
I'm up like an asterisk
I bought all my masters back
I'm signed to me
My monthly check yo' last advance
Acne Paris Fashion week
I brought all my ratchet friends
I just bought yo' b*tch Chanel
She back in her bag again
Witchouse 40k with me
Told him to tuck his napkin in
Said he new to fancy sh*t
But blasting what he mastered in
Accidentally spilled drink on my Ricks, I splashed the drip
Crashed the whip, just like their career
This sh*t too trashed to fix
Pacifist or antagonist, they just adjectives
Gaspare is on his rappin' sh*t
I just had to get back to what I do better than you
That's why I'll answer this (This, this, this, this, this)
That's why I'll answer this
Copycats be falling off
Damn, that sh*t is sad to see
Why he not in Haunted House?
Probably 'cause he trash to me
He not f*cking with my dog?
Guess that boy my enemy
And an enemy of my enemy is my friend
I tell 'em tap in wit' me, okay (Bah)