Cowboy Bebop (Out the Trap)

[Verse 1: Vanquish]
I'm 'bout that action, you really can get it, I'm good with these hands, yeah, the right and the left
This ain't a hobby, I'm scrapping its business, I got it on lock, man, I need some respect
I really am nasty, I'm really about it, if you see me reaching, you better go jet
'Cause when I start shooting my aim never missing, I'll leave you with something you'll never forget
I do this shit on my own, all I see is some chupacabras
They really be sucking the goats, never know when a pussy ass bitch wanna
Dance, so I carry the pole, you've seen the memes, it ain't really nothing
For one of your squares to get smoked, watch 'em get packed up and rolled
Talk like you a pro, but you don't mean that
Out here getting hoed, and we all see that
Done with all the smoke, you 'bout to relapse
And over the dough before I lean back
Pull the plug and turn you to a socket
Always keep a spare one in my pocket
Pussy talking, hit him with a rocket
Watch me turn a zero to some profit
Metal on my arm, you better jet
Clearing out the room and all your set
I'm really 'bout this life and it's a bet
Y'all really only Spike over the net
Bad bitch look like Faye, she giving neck
Got one of her friends that's giving next
I don't fuck with you and all the rest
Messing with my crew, you getting X'd

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell]
Price on your head is all I need
'Cause a brand new body is all I see like
New targets is all I see
This a space war, baby, these all out beams like
Nobody wanna call out me, huh
Nobody wanna call out Spiegel
Niggas know that I'm way too sharp
And if shit get dark, I'mma call my team like
New flashes, tool blasting
I'm hawking a nigga, new static
Can't walk with a nigga who's passive
New ratchet, I'm clapping
OK, wait
I can't lose to a nigga whose price too low
Huh, wait
Really have to half my ops if I twice my dough
Told 'em tell it right or don't tell at all
My queen Latifah, chop let me set it off
A slap up on the wrist, I might let it off
Your bitch gon' say my name, it ain't Edward Wong
You don't really wanna hide in space
We gon' pull right up, we gon' find your place
Shawty bad, no nines and eights
If I'm in the field, we keep dimes in play
I don't think I can lose a round
As long as I can use a round
Birds finna Spike 'em to the ground
I bet that I can shoot 'em down
I bet that I can get 'em gone
At my earliest convenience
Mop the scene, it's really pearly in the streets
And if I said it, then I clearly really mean it, cash!

[Verse 3: Isthatfr0st]
Hop on the beat and know I'm feeling vicious
Want war with the titan, at least you ambitious
These writtens I'm spittin' could get me more richer
The bounty by now way more than a half a ticket
Poker Alice, get a bag and flip it
Opps is watching, trackin' where the ship is
I see rats and y'all no monkey business
Broke ass niggas asking what the splits is
Way these niggas trippin', thought domino got to 'em
Higher than space, they might run out of oxygen
Higher than Harold, shoutout my boy Jonathan
High like it's legalized by a congressman
Mad Pierrot, I got you popped in the studio
Ain't seeing sunrise, you offed in a plume of smoke
Aim is steady like the trigger got cruise control
Aim is A-1, bullets faster than using bolt