Stormin tha Gatez lyrics

by

Getter



[Intro]
f*ck you then, b*tch!
Yo, hey yo

[Verse 1]
It be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic mystic
With the mega ballistics
Check the statistics, I'm stealing ya sister's digits
Grippin' timid midgets, tippin infinite whippets
Sitting back, developing cataracts fast
From all these trash Millennial wack rap acts
Oh, you call yourself a gang bangin' thug counting' stacks?
And makin' racks off ya trash ass raps? b*tch relax

[Verse 2]
We all know you still at home with both ya folks
Ya neva been poked, ya neva f*cked those hoes
Ya neva even held a gun befo
Silly b*tches pretending they whippin' sh*t in the kitchen, well listen
Go and find ya daddy's shiny gun rack
Grab the biggest gat and make it fast before he comes back
Good, now find out where he keeps the bullets at
You'll only need one so don't grab the whole f*ckin' pack

[Verse 3]
Welcome back to the real deal, it's the whole meal
I'm the illest motherf*cker who won't hesitate to break the seal
Stormin' tha gates it's back to basics
I'll let you taste it then peel ya face, just face it
'Cuz I'm the quickest sh*t since the invention of the wheel
I never f*ck with b*tches who ain't wearing high heels
So kick back and witness the sickness that is this
It's Terror Reid up in this, i'm writing a prescriptions
[Verse 4]
Find a comfy place, where you can sit now
Load the clip and put it in ya mouth and bite down
But before you go splat, think back to another time
Where motherf*ckers actually rhymed and crossed the line
I'm sick of this sh*t can't understand you when you spit
But when I can it's the same mutha f*ckin subject
"pus*y, lean, backwoods, gold chains, and xanax"
No one gives a f*ck how much you spending on ya Amex
Well f*ck that sh*t, b*tch I'm snorting motha f*ckin anthrax
Chop it up with an axe
Kick back and relax
I’ll beat myself with a bat
Cus' I'm a maniac, in fact
I'll ask ya f*ckin' b*tch to spit if I want a c*m back
Matter of fact, that's only half my ill intentions
I'll teleport to the morgue and have a dead corpse convention
And after that, sh*t I'll hang up my hat
Ay to Satan if you can hear me dawg, please call me back

[Outro]
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