CELLOPHANE [рикошет] lyrics

[Verse]
Pull up the tool and I'll unscrew you
And I'll put you in the muthaf*ckin' dirt b*tch
I do not belong on this earth
And since my birth I've been very alert
Some mothaf*ckas wanna test my hurt
But you better run off 'fore I put you on a shirt
What I've learned in the past few days is
Get my bread and know my worth
When the shots go spread and your homie dead
You remember when that f*cka said
He gon' "sell dope and stack his bread"
Now each of you f*ckas got holes in ya head
Now I got b*tches, scratch names off my hitlist
Testicle got his percentage
Doin' donut in yo grannies whip
Like Peter Piper, you easy pickins
Aye, pull the grenade, ricochet off yo f*ckin' brain
You won't feel the pain, I might go insane
I might go to my grave and f*ckin' decay
I'm the young suicidal ape
Out the jungle, facing eighths
My sh*t just don't hit the same, aye

[Outro]
The song is basically over now bruh
I mean, I'm just gonna let the beat drag out if I'm being honest
Is that cool with y'all? Ight bet