KanyesWiredJaw (prod. by sauron)

**** up out my face boy
Ima show you how to rock boy
Put this mirror to your face
And show you what you not boy
Skinny ***** but Im running ****
Ill get you dropped boy
Rottweiler you not liver
Drop you in this lava
Her saliva , on my Johnson boy
Im your father
Red dot em head , shot em
***** ill stove top em way hotter
Maybach em take the top off em
Track killer beam god finna blast at ya
Rottweiler drop down let the god pop ya
Godzilla **** that im the town killer
Fake *****s, thats why i cant be around *****s
Flames hittin, bang tracks ***** Blake Griffin
Thanksgiving on his corpse we gone feast on it
Blank shots
Never that
We hot got only flame
Blank shots
Never that
We hot got only flame
Blank shots
Never that
We hot got only flame
No blank shots
Only reggie miller in this *****
Kill the summer
So we gotta bring the winter in this *****
We the midwest
Got J Dilla in this *****
We the midwest
***** got young dylan in this *****
Im a young cold *****
Chinchilla on my wrist
Think he mad cause
He got young dylan in his *****
And we got codes no nintendos
**** yo ***** boy she get low
Cant phone home call me carter
Thats beast mode what you call that?
Oh god damn boy you caught her
That ***** was out her bout it
My wolf be out here barkin
While that **** boy just talkin
That head shot fena spark him
***** boy want war with titan
***** boy want war with beam god
Illleave his jaw wired
***** boy well call you kanye
You switch up like you kanye
He gone hear this track its gone be a long day
This a **** what all my haters be on day
All of my followers
Middle fingers up
To all of you nut swallowers
Pissed off cause you just not as raw as us
And i think they mad cause they only drop flops
Say it to my face ima leave your top dropped
Ima put him on the floor and let my skinny limbs mop him
50 cent **** ***** many men drop him
Heavy flow ***** call me manning with a bullet
****in mainstream poodles ima call them *****s pudding
Ima leave your city ruined ima pretty *** ** booming
High school ******* hatin on my **** make me lose it
Got a gold chopper ***** call me James Bond
Got a gold chopper * **** call me James Bond
Got a gold chopper ***** call me James Bond
007 I'm killin all you odd jobs
Yeah you got money but ***** you could get robbed
Nobody want it with trip the kid and his squad
Me an the Beamon feelin like I'm dreamin
Living on weekend
Workin TIL I'm bleed
Everything here felt perfect, perfect
Only know me on the surface
Worthless on the inside
But killin it on the outside
Rollin up on a mile drive
Switch it up on a Long ride
**** 5 0 I don't hide
People wanna think I'm so fly
Trippy be the man but don't lie
Tryna get the clout that I'm getting in a minute
but I'm working on my self y'all don't ****
Tryna get the pesos
Get a winnebago
Whip around the country cause we doin what I say so
Trippy gotta lay low
Gotta make the play dough
Everybody talkin while I'm sippin on a faygo
Filling it up wit THC
Got that syrup, I ain't sipping on lean
Out in Colorado gettin weed for the free
I don't need beef but my homie got a piece
I just want peace smoking blunts wit my team
What you wanting from me
If you really really bout it you would want what I need
You don't want what I see
When I die
I will multiply
Y'all will feel my high
Come inside
Come inside my mind
I think you will find
What I write simply comes to mind
Every single time
**** yo chill
I will chill next time
Even if it's too late ***** you still a two face