FORTNITE

[Chorus]
Murakami on my face, making me feel suitable
Stumble to the glass, chug it down unstable
Rounds up in the trunk m-m-making me feel unable
I hit you with the hollow point it’s turning all the tables
I grab the Glock, on my hip
Roads are feeling narrow, shawty get a grip
Put you in a duffle bag, seal you like a zit
Don’t know what is wrong with her, she keeps on biting on her lip
If you want a problem, let that bullet rip

[Verse 1]
Feels good to be locally hated, by nobody’s
Everybody rats i’m the cheese
Catch you like a trap, metal to you’re dome making you freeze
Don’t come near me bitch, you trappin a disease
Copin all material, can’t speak Japanese
Drifting with a benz, free the boy Squeeze
5k for a feature, make it 10 if it’s from overseas
Steal yo hoe to make her mine, like some cartilage
Bullseye on my arm, with that sig i never miss
Hit you a few times, on you’re face now let’s compromise
Let’s see the pain, stitches through you’re eyes
Afterwords i’ll see you, why you scared mortified
Burn you like some rubber, i hope that you die

[Chorus]
Murakami on my face, making me feel suitable
Stumble to the glass, chug it down unstable
Rounds up in the trunk making me feel unable
I hit you with the hollow point it’s turning all the tables
I grab the Glock, on my hip
Roads are feeling narrow, shawty get a grip
Put you in a duffle bag, seal you like a zit
Don’t know what is wrong with her, she keeps on biting on her lip
If you want a problem, let that bullet rip

[Verse 2]
Take of you’re limbs and break off you’re bones
Grabbing the nine yeah we up and we go
No one say nothing we keep on the low
After we pop one yeah they beggin for more
Caught him at a show
Grabbing the razzer right up to you’re throat and pay me you owe
Grabbing you down to the river fucking yo hoe
I wanna be dead so let’s go toe toe
Pull out the 80 with the underglow
Let’s go pink slips let’s go pink slips
Dumping the sugar right into you’re gas Crokas number 1 tips
If he finds out ima put a hollow point right through his lips
Making him kiss the gun eclipse
Stealing his rick’s and we dip bitch

[Chorus]
Murakami on my face, making me feel suitable
Stumble to the glass, chug it down unstable
Rounds up in the trunk making me feel unable
I hit you with the hollow point it’s turning all the tables
I grab the Glock, on my hip
Roads are feeling narrow, shawty get a grip
Put you in a duffle bag, seal you like a zit
Don’t know what is wrong with her, she keeps on biting on her lip
If you want a problem, let that bullet rip