I make bangers for no haters, G
Just a fool yeah
They know they my enemy
And I don't hold back you already know
Heart Pitch Black, no soul
No compassion you already know
Heart Pitch Black, they already know
Bow down
don't show your face when I come around
All your greats laid waste to [C7]when I clown.
Gimme space
Spitting bars like [F]mace
If you [A7get up in my [A]face
I'll disgrace you [A7with my [A]sound
Feeling froggy
Jump on [C7]the beat with my [A]whole body
Sizing me up like [F]a Bugatti
Compared to [C7]me you're just all [Em]shoddy
Throwing them [A]hands like [F]I play hockey
No foul though
I fly through the air like [F]a... free throw
With the flick of the wrist
I will shorten the list
If you're making me pissed
get the... deathblow
I study the game using everyone's fame
A vicarious way to [C7]discern how to [C7]slay
I was [Am7]watching the OGs they taught me to [C7]maim
I would wait for [Dm7]the day and [Bm]then jump in the frey
Woah, Vel joins the fight
Look I'm wrecking mother fuckers every day and [Bm]night
Turnt up on [C7]that mix and [Bm]the beat is hype
Rainbows in my [A]cup with a twist of sprite
Look at me now this is just how I do it
No matter the cadence I'm so fucking fluent
Nah I do not think that you [A7know what you're doing
You got [Fm7]on [C7]the mic and [Bm]you [A7just fucking blew it
I'm not here for [Dm7]your throne I barrel ɾight through it
I'll f*ck your boyfriend and [Bm]take pictures to [C7]prove it
Nah that's a joke but don't test me I'll do it
He'll be [Am]saying my [A]name while you [A7out being tɾuant
I make bangers for [Dm7]no haters, G
Just a fool yeah
They know they my [A]enemy
And I don't hold back you [A7already know
Heart Pitch Black, no soul
No compassion [C7]you [A7already know
Heart Pitch Black, they already know
It's Pitch Black
when I send that
With a ɾecoil
that make wrists crack
And it's pure fact
That I stay packin'
It's just me
With No contɾact and
I got [Fm7]friends
and [Bm]we live lavish
We Iced out and [Bm]we so savage
You lookin' like [F]you [A7hatin' life and
My boys balls deep inside your wifey
Uh coming at you [A7with that super tight flow
2 to [C7]the chest with that 50 ammo
Lyrical bullets that make you [A7explode
No way that you're breaking my [A]fucking combo
I guess that its best that I ɾound this shit out
I never do less and [Bm]it's stɾessin' you [A7out
You better digress or I'll mess up your mouth
Say yes your highness and [Bm]you [A7might make it out