Rainbow Six

<Intro>
******y
******y
******y
<Chorus 1: Yung Midpack>
Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you should know I got the straight drop
Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you should know I got the straight drop
Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you should know I got the straight drop
Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you should know I got the straight drop
<Verse 1: Yung Midpack>
Pull up on yo block with the pistol
Slap you up ****** little boy just dismiss you
I don't give a ****** right punch its official
I don't give a ****** little ****** you need tissue
For your ******g face
Cause it's full of the blood
Blood Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Blood
Smack you ******g up
****** I take a stub
Grab you ******g up ******
Put you in the trunk
Vertically ****** I take you to the dump
Me ****** I --
<Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA>
What you ******s want!
Got that thang in the trunk!
What you ******s need!
Pills
Crack
Coke
****
<Chorus 2: JPEGMAFIA>
I don't wanna hit em with the K (Lord forgive me I'm sorry!)
I don't wanna hit em with the K (Hit em all in the body!)
I'ma have to go and be the bad man
Baby I'ma put him in his place
I'ma have to do it to you baby (I just caught another body!)
I'ma have to give him something 'mazing (Hit em all in the body!)
Tell 'em when I'm talking to my baby
<Refrain: JPEGMAFIA>
Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you know I got the straight drop
Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you should know I got the straight drop
Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you know I got the straight drop
Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed
And you know I got the straight drop
<Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA>
It's the young alt-right menace
What a pistol to a pennant
Treat a writer like a senate ****** huh
Surface level ******s never get it
****** a rating and a cynic
Always talking never living ****** huh
I don't make no music for these ******s
Say they wanna be a critic
But they cannot take no critcism, huh
****** we the junkies they the dealers
I be rapping
They be triggered
You be writing
I'm a killer
****** What!
****** is this song?
****** is my whip!
****** up your streams!
I got the rips!
Skinny and paid!
I'm Taylor Swift!
We at your job
Catch you on shift
****** you gone...
I don't like you..
******s don't want it..
<Chorus 3>
Lord forgive me I'm sorry
Hit em all in the body
Lord forgive me I'm sorry
I just caught another body
Hit em all in the body
I had to get some money
<Outro>
I don't wanna be alone
It's so hard for me to trust you baby
I'm around you baby
I got so much on me
40 I'd drown you baby
I don't wanna drown you baby
I just wanna love you baby
I got too much for me
Oh my god I'm so weak
Holy ******, I'm lonely