CYBER WARFARE 1 (Archr Remix)

[Part I]

[Intro: Louverture]
They just mad they ain't got it like that
These niggas mad they ain't got it like that
These niggas mad they ain't got it like that
These niggas mad they ain't got it like that

[Chorus: Louverture]
I got, I got opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong
I got, I got opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong
I got, I got opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong
E-celebs on my schlong, the rap game all in my palms

[Verse 2: vasto]
I got the game in my palms, bitch, talkin on Lou? You put yo life in danger
Niggas be really Mystique, they hear my flows get geeked and they all try to take 'em
If he keep runnin his mouth? We put the fye to that shit, now we turnin' the chamber
Dante, bitch, two bangers, talkin' that opp shit, he in a closet attached to a hanger
I catch him? I'ma send him to hell, me and Lou? Yeah, we Sonic and Tails
This blick hit like Zygarde, just leave a cell, swingin this blick like a flail
Known assassin for hire, if we don't hit shit we spinnin' right back like a tire
Cook his ass up Jambalaya, hitting his shit, now watch him flip, now he see black and white like noir

[Chorus: Louverture]
Opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong
I got, I got bitches in Hong Kong popping pussy to my songs
I got, I got 100K on my songs, your mom hoin' in a thong
I got, I got E-celebs on my shlong, the rap game all in my palms
I got, I got

[Verse 2: Louverture]
I'm on my get rich or RIP shit
Pussy boy, I moonwalk on yo best shit, fuck modesty
Rappers tryna VTube now, 'member back then they was mocking me
Way ahead of the curve, I'm a trendsetter, that ain't hard to see
You don't like me? Then come shoot me, nigga, yo bitch is calling me pookie, nigga
I got five different albums dropping on they head top, aww yeah, I'm straight butchering niggas
If we don't see eye to eye or we not gon' hang, then I don't feel like working with niggas
Don't try to place yo name on my damn (Ayy) accolades (Ayy) if you never supported me, nigga

[Chorus: Louverture]
Opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong
I got, I got bitches in Hong Kong popping pussy to my songs
I got, I got 100K on my songs, your mom hoin' in a thong
I got, I got E-celebs on my shlong, the rap game all in my palms
I got, I got

[Outro: Hexgirlidol]
I came here to kick ass and take sexy pictures, and I'm all out of space

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Louverture]
Look at my clique, click, we pull up so vicious
It's bout time to cross off your name off my hit list, you get turned to a spliff quick
My gun stun 'em as he freeze, get to blasting, I flee the scene and take out six more assassins
I'm sniping pilots out they 'copters, they crashing, tanks rolled up on me, blew 'em up, it's straight madness, ha, ha
D-d-dear rapper, I don't wanna hear you nagging in my ear if praise ain't coming after
All of the hate and doubt y'all spewed at me done turned me to a master
Chopper yap like a damn marshall, not Mathers, you talking smack only gets the beast in me madder
I pen a vocal blow to foes, leave 'em knackered, to pay the bills turn opps to ghost, wet my–

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
If I let it bus, I ain't tourin' with niggas (Huh)
Hell, I'm barely recording with niggas (Yessir)
If I put the pen to the pad, I know I can't afford to be giving these niggas a carry job (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I walk with that bat like I'm Barry Bonds (Barry Bonds)
And I'm keepin this gat in my carry on (Carry)
Draco gon' leave his top red as Belserion (Brrt)
Walk with a 9, if he try me, I'm Baryon (Ayy)
Niggas thinkin' it's sweet on the cyber, so I had to pop out (Yessir)
Posted so many niggas outside of his crib, I don't think he's ever gonna walk out
The only thing that we have in common is (Huh?) both of us keep our burners anonymous (Uh-huh)
But your burner and mine ain't synonymous (Yeah)
Even though we both use 'em for talkin' shit
Ayy (Boom), for real (Boom)
I let it speak for itself (Brrt-ah)
Facing the fire, and he finna melt (Yessir)
Like he beefed with a Tiefling in Hell (Uh-huh)
It's making 'em sick when they see me do well (Damn)
Read they comments while gettin' my dick sucked (Ooh)
Wondering why niggas want me to fail (Come on)
So unbothered, I can't even tell (Can't even tell)

[Instrumental Outro]