Deja Vu

Ayy Bitch I got it on my own, I made a name up out the mud Now I'm only chasing money, I ain't worried 'bout your scrub I got a couple killers on my line, I'm quick to pick it up While you flashing hella drunk, pussy better keep it suck Before I snuff, huh I wish you run up, slug's done for sun, so shut the fuck up Yum, yum, in lungs, I'm rollin' dumb blunts Huh, yeah, I'm buzzin', you can't touch nothin' Huh, yeah, I'm drunk, I'm tryna fuck something Thug sluts give love, but I can't cuff none 'em I'm clutch with guns, bitch, I can't trust nothin' I'm fucking up, I'm at the end, nothing Ayy, I think I had about enough How the fuck you call me bro? And then you kick me in my nuts Why the fuck you acting tough? I think it's time to call your bluff How you fall up under pressure 'Cause I'm a diamond in the rock You little bitch I passed the Dutch, call it passing some gas You acting fake, hard, pussy, but I've been on your ass And if we got beef, then I probably started it Your bitch always wants me, 'cause she said I go harder than you You wat the bag of shit up, but I'm not talkin' produce Huh, laughing it up while I pop out and shoot Ayy, I'm on the loose, bitch, I might make the noose I got the blade in my booth, I see the blood in Deja Vu Cruising in that double wide body, spot that pressure Crank that Gucci mane, like I was in the kitchen, cooking up My jaw look like Fat Joe, you be smoking on that skinny blunt Rep that 804, I'm doing shows, now everybody bug You ain't got no safe, 'cause you a rookie Step inside the pan, smacking shit Snatching cookies, snap a fucking pic The way that everybody looking They gon' talk a lot behind the floor But we all know you a pussy bitch Hate to take it back like we was thuggin' in the 90s Everybody in they momma tryna flex like they behind me, bitch All that fucking talking, but that stepping is unlike me I'm never losing sleep from all these rappers who don't like me, bitch Houston in that motherfucking, never seen this coupe I got bitches, I ain't snitching You ain't gripping on no tool, you a fool Look at you, stuck it like some glue, I'm so cool, super cool I might fuck around and turn me in a pool Like just some blood Gruesome with the flood, cooling with my shooters I don't shoot unless you fucking with my blood You a scrub, uh, flowing off the mud, uh, cruising off the sub I might shoot 'em with some food And disappearing to the bomb Bitch boy, you just a dumb chick fucking with the grate You finna end up in the motherfucking garbage The country, so open up your arteries Introduce a motherfucker to eternal suffering