Doomsday

[Intro]
Yo (x7)
Aye aye, yeah
Oooooo bitch
You know just straight bars, straight bars yeah, yeah
Real rap shit, you know, heavy gang shit, the old heads gonna fuck with this
Alright, here we go here we go here we go

[Verse]
Alright, who the fuck pulled the assassin out the trash can?
Break a pussy nigga’s nose get a cat scan
In your crib, nighttime in the black vans, black shirt, black pants, knife from the nightstand
In a tank make the bitch go boom
Stole twenty-five thongs from Sisqo’s room, bitch
Get your weight up, nigga, be patient
Y’all don’t want me on that you can die today shit
I am not a human nigga, I’m still waiting for
Dad to tell me he’s actually Satan, ugh
Bitch I’m on like the light bill high
Experimenting, I’m a chemist like I’m Bill Nye
I black out like Fisk University this is night school
High as unicycles, riding on a tight rope
Motherfucker better watch his mouth in the mirror, before I aim like toothpaste
Turn this into Doomsday
This is really all of my thoughts said out loud
I’m aiming right at the crowd, and spraying like Basquiat
Get popped like a doc, wet like a dock, could not see defeat if I was a sock?
Yeah, he said that
I’m a lab rat, who got his swag back
The gun go, rat-a-tat-tat, blap blap blap blap
Bitch I’m Todd Gurley when I ram through
Nigga you gone drown, you gone drown, and my fans too!
I don’t give a fuck bitch trippin’ like a luggage, I am in the sky now I just got abducted
Nigga this the mother ship, killing these niggas like I’m the punisher
You gone die, you gone die, every last one of ya
Shining like a diamond you in a box, you miming
I’m whipping a locomotive, training with ninja warriors
Something like the foreigner, or Arthur Morgan
Wish a nigga would, bitch I am Jorgen
I’m at heaven’s gates with my Converse on
If they don’t let me in, Imma hop that jawn
Where y’all been at, I been out here, Andrew Foster
Y’all ain’t real, y’all imposters, fuck ya mamas
Really can’t help ya when I start applying pressure
Gave a college lecture I was twenty they were seniors
Watch the way I move when I come through, ayee
I’m gonna win when I want to, bitch

[Outro]
Who the fuck told y’all niggas to keep spittin’ (who)
Huge difference between talent and business (huge)
Sipping on Ciroc, I mix it with nine lemons (nine)
Probably with ya bitch, I lay her on fine linen (fine)
This cup is too much
I just popped a bean, already had drive now it’s feeling like a tune up (yeah)
Know what? Shut up, you letting all the air in
Mad ‘cause a nigga runnin’ it like errands
Give it to me straight, give it to me straight (give, give)
I know that I’m great, tell me that I’m great
Give it to me straight, Give it to me straight (give, give)
You ain’t who you say, you ain’t what you say