Abdomen Part 2

(Mir)

And you can get capped like a graduate
I just get on tracks and start spazzing then
I was just a lad and (Aladdin)pulling jasmines then
You can wear a vest we ain't shooting at ya abdomen

It's the abdomen remix I grab it and squeeze it
When these bullets fly look how madden ya team gets
You lacking the defense
I'm bad for no reason I'm stacking and scheming
Toe tagging the beat and the gat got you freezing
Hol up wait
Ya chick keep calling my phone so I just might bomb her
Ima knock her out with one hit like I'm saitama
But I don't love these whores I only like commas
And dissing you cause I'm quite fond of some light drama
I just keep stacking up like a jenga tower
Call the gun AYKISA not a single thing is louder
It just yell and yell only when I bring the power
Ignoring all phone calls I let it ring for hours
(Gun Sounds)
And you can get capped like an graduate
I ain't never lacking kid get rocked like Patrick crib
I pass it then like deadshot cause I'm accurate
You'll get shot dead like a bootlegger I'm packing clips

(Breeton Boi)

Feel like Derieri how I make consecutive hits and I smash em to bits and they watching see the thang on my wrist
And I got em all pissed when I'm aiming at their abdomen quick and I'm shooting the clip like a movie maker but these ain't no with microsoft hits
Your girl showed me a new region, so just call me a tourist
And I deflowered her quickly, like I'm robbing a flourist
Now she want a ring but I be ignoring the calling
She ain't trapping me, feeling like Lebron how I'm balling
They still don't want smoke like a vaper
And if they did, I would guarantee to fold 'em like paper
One blink and they gone, that's without any Tracer
Don't wanna rub me the wrong way, I'll turn to an eraser
And you can get capped like a graduate
Claiming you a Titan of rap, well I'm attacking it
Woo Clan, that be the gang if you ain't backing it
LOOP man, that be the label so hope you tuning in GVNG!