Dead Men Tell No Tales

[Hook]
This that, get back
Got no time for the chit chat
Anybody you put on me is a mismatch
Anybody you put on me finna get snatched
Gold on my neck and the wrist match
With a [?] on my left goin' click-clack
And he got a hard head like a lit match
Make a man drop dead [?]
This that, get back
Got no time for the chit chat
Anybody you put on me is a mismatch
Anybody you put on me finna get snatched
Anybody you put on me is a body
You better watch what you say to me, nigga, before you get snatched
Trust me I know well
Dead men tell no tales

[Verse 1]
313, I’m a ghetto boy
Know a couple niggas with the metal, boy
Aim don't lie with the long nose
I pull string like Geppetto, boy
You ain't gotta be clever to get it
The level I’m in is amazing
They'll never admit it, I feel like I'm back in the basement
The hell is a limit
I think I'm finna peel off like a pedal, boy
I been talking with the great Jehovah
Told him that I plan on taking over
What I gotta do to be the greatest
Pray and never let them take my soul but
I know that the secret's in the tower
Powers that I need to get control of
Ain't nobody breathing that can guard me
Pulling up in a Ferrari Testarosa
I just came back from the border
With a quarter million unreported cash
No law and order, keep the law in order
When I pay a pig, I'mma take his badge
I don't take no orders, I just take your order
Don’t know what an undercover take me for
When I get it, split it, flip it, make it more
Hitting triple digits, I’m so good at math

[Hook]
This that, get back
Got no time for the chit chat
Anybody you put on me is a mismatch
Anybody you put on me finna get snatched
Gold on my neck and the wrist match
With a [?] on my left goin' click-clack
And he got a hard head like a lit match
Make a man drop dead [?]
This that, get back
Got no time for the chit chat
Anybody you put on me is a mismatch
Anybody you put on me finna get snatched
Anybody you put on me is a body
You better watch what you say to me, nigga, before you get snatched
Trust me I know well
Dead men tell no tales

[Verse 2]
This that new don’t care flow
What y'all better do is be careful
I call it that when I'm talking at-
A bunch of rappers I don't care for
You wanna show how you really feel
Boy, I’m in the field like a scarecrow
You was so blunt 'til I roll up
Now your whole crew gotta share smoke
You ain't gotta be scared to get hit
This the type of flow that'll put 'em away peacefully
I wonder what happened to beef with me
Niggas will peak fully and bully a beat but me, I beat bullies
True villain, I'm as real as it get
I'm feeling equipped, and win on a man to man basis
But even if we take in account of the fan bases
Then the bigger the nigga, the iller the clip
Fan favorite, Mad Titan
When I spin it like a fan, then my hand command lighting
I got a leg up on the cops like a handstand
Opps could never understand my handwriting
Hieroglyphic, I don't miss the vibe
I don't listen, idol is the prize
If I don't hit them, I don't miss the ride
Final mission, I know just the guy

[Hook]
This that, get back
Got no time for the chit chat
Anybody you put on me is a mismatch
Anybody you put on me finna get snatched
Gold on my neck and the wrist match
With a [?] on my left goin' click-clack
And he got a hard head like a lit match
Make a man drop dead [?]
This that, get back
Got no time for the chit chat
Anybody you put on me is a mismatch
Anybody you put on me finna get snatched
Anybody you put on me is a body
You better watch what you say to me, nigga, before you get snatched
Trust me I know well
Dead men tell no tales