STUTTER!

When you hear the rhythm, start to move Yeah, yeah I'm in this bitch party In this bitch party I'm in this bitch party Yeah My brother cut checks bigger than you at the hotel, bitch Wallet with a four and we on sad shit Crash on me, bitch, I probably break 'fore I quit (yeah) Tell 'em, "Swear that your buddy getting hit" (yeah) Benny Blue still couldn't save you, brother If it's not God, somebody gon' take you, brother Pill down his throat, I made him, uh, s-s-stutter, uh I want everything you made this summer Got a cap on that magazine bleeding Drive-by right into his chest, stop breathing Kick him in his head until his skin start freezing Shoot first, he told the feds he was reaching Body still warm, got his mama still screaming Look him in his eyes, I promise you not dreaming That's a dead man, I promise he not sleeping Death machine by his bed stop beeping Yeah, I take my shirt off, the audience start grieving B cups with a G top, start squeezing Why the fuck these rappers always posted with policemen? It's been fuck feds since a broke bitch was teething Why the fuck would brokie give a fuck 'bout what you speaking? Haters give me nothing but head, feel like Beavis Goddamn, type of bitch that make your bros leave this Make a GOAT fall off, my flows is too steep, it's Treacherous, diamonds in my necklace Fuck an A+, I'm a beast, but still the best at this Me and Black too relevant to deal with hated sentiments Leave you with the sentiments, all black on me, Maleficent I could fuck her, man, but I think shawty just my preference He know how to dance, this chopper got a move of elegant I eat a beat like Stan, I drop a band to see a specialist Tell me how the fuck to eat some less and be more generous It's tetanus, y'all rusty, I can tell by how you flow Rusty on your neck, your shit is green, my shit is gold, yeah Shawty think I'm flirty, I'm just rocking how I go Got that Michael Jordan jersey on my body, I'm the GOAT Flow state, I'm learning, yo, this journey from the throat Chick-fil-A, I'm really serving swag, you need to get your own Bitch, I'm beating on my wrist and neck, I think it need more chrome We like Jergens, way too smooth for comfy, really in my zone We the throne, bitch, bro Benny Blue still couldn't save you, brother If it's not God, somebody gon' take you, brother (oh, no) Pill down his throat, I made him, uh, s-s-stutter, uh I want everything you made this summer (oh, mm)