Black Fitted

Back with it is a mad villain wearing black-fitted
No full moon but an appetite for a bad bitch got my fangs kicking
Back sipping and its in my veins, you know the feeling when the drank hit
You squint like you got bad vision now everything just slaps different
I'm on one and the rap lyrics in my death note been handwritten for the whack niggas
No remorse got your heart racing for the track finish
Hm, beyond the max limit no fact hidden like that with it
And if men are dogs I'll be the dog for every broad who's catfishing
Its a random thought I stand by
Hot-blooded as werewolves, fit clean as a vampire's
Dip and dab making hybrids - liken the rap to lab science
Things blowing like a flat tyre
Similar to pouring gas when you think you're pouring water on a damn fire
That's G. Really on my Jackie Chan steeze
Showing up to the sports scene hit the ground running like athletes
Catch me? Man please I'm already on lap 3
Bad guy great energy, deadly and clean