Black Forces & Ski Masks

[Verse 1]
Bitch you can't run away
Im turnin’ into Pacquiao if he say put them guns away
Gas up in my lungs, shit ain't no ones, we got got them buns today
Catch a couple slugs, im off the drugs, im not the one today
Hop out this bitch nd' wet you up, juss’ like a tidal wave
Had yo dumb bitch tryina block the bullets like you doctor strange
They be poppin' perc nd' sellin' em, I call em Doctor Pain
Ain't talkin' paper, its irrelevant , bitch I can't hear a thing
I am not no ps4, so you better not play with me
Catch yo ass by Taco Bell, won't make it to the KFC
You can’t find another me, I swear that shit is make believe
I swear niggas sweet just like some honеy bees
I swear all these littlе niggas under me, im big Sqweez
[?] count, brodum brought them poles out
You better have yo pistol when it go down
I need all the bread so bring the loafs out
Such nd’ such had got- know what let me close my mouth
Tell me its no I in team, I tell you its a M in me
Shootin' like im [?], nd’ passin' like im CP3
This is no wack-a-mole, so I can't let you hit at me
Catch you while you goin' home, nd’ light you like a charismas tree
Yhea I know my niggas green
Imma keep it real, if you beefin' wit them then its fuck it, thats just how I feel
Told em just be patient, swear to god imma touch a mil
If a nigga know where you post up, you better clutch it still
Black forces nd' ski masks, thats all I need bitch
You need the [?] around my wave or you'll get sea sick
He claim he in the streets, we leave his brains right on the cement

[Outro]
(Claim he in the streets, we leave his brains right on the cement)
(Cement)