Mr. Make It Happen

[Intro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it
Ayy, lemme get one of them squares
*cough*
Fuck, fuck
Yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Hello, I'm feeling fantastic
You can call me Mr. Make This Shit Happen
I'm guaranteed to leave any scene laughing (Hehe)
Like fuck a hat trick, I really know magic
I make a whole body disappear easy
Creep up on you and cause a distraction
Then yo' homies gon' watch you snatched
They just typing in captions
Yo' life for the capture, then telling nobody what happens
Uh, uh, then watching the police get active
Ah, ah
Yeah, we on the block getting active (On the block)
My brother shoot shit up for practice (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ayy, no semi, this bitch automatic
It's gon' be a hazard if I choose to clap from inside of the jacket (Grrah, grrah)
Somebody get wacked for collateral damage, they body in fractions
Uh, them maggots start crawling outside of you
Vultures that stand overtop of you
I bet you hope someone watching you
I bet you hope, uh
Light 'em up, burn 'em up
Fuck nigga, I bet you smoke
.223 shells that just painted his face then get dropped in a lake, nigga, I bet you float
And his bitch like the sound of my voice and my quotes
And she know I keep that shit one hunnid like spokes
Everything is one hunnid, everything that I spoke
Like I can't laugh at nothin' if I'm sitting up broke
Gotta make something shake
All that ass on you like, "Why is you talking?" Bitch make something shake
Yeah, I like pussy, but not in my face
So, give me three feet, nigga, give me my space
Boy, I ain't with the bark
My brother stay close to the twelve, but he ain't with the narcs
You might be in that water, but this ain't the part
You could swim with the fish, but you ain't with the sharks
Make me get in that bag, what I gotta do (Uh)
You deflect the reflection inside of you
Why do you do this? Did somebody lie to you? (Ah, ah, ah)
Be careful with what you responsive to (Be careful)
Be careful with what you responding to (Be careful)
Be careful, you know who responsible
Orchestrate power and coordinate cowards in forty-eight hours
Big shells like Bowser
Flip a nigga backwards, they searching like browsers
Two twin SIG Sauers in traffic, car crash look like towers
I been dead for so long, killing every single song
Nigga give me my flowers (Give me my flowers)
Yuh