I’M OUT OF AMMO

IMMA PULL UP TO YOUR CRIB
AND IMMA EMPTY OUT THE MAG
I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DAUGHTER
BUT THESE BITCHES CALL ME DAD
I JUST POPPED ANOTHER HULK
YOU AINT GON LIKE ME WHEN I'M MAD
I AINT EVEN FROM THIS PLANET
SHIT I'M GEEKIN' OFF THE TAB
THEN I HOP UP IN THE PIT TO SWING IT
BITCH I FUCKIN SPAZ
GETTIN' TIRED OF THESE PUSSIES
Y'ALL GON FINALLY FEEL MY WRATH
HIT THIS BLUNT AND THEN I'M STUCK
IT'S LIKE MY BODY'S IN A CASKET
[?] WE DRINKIN' [?] WATCH US MOTHERFUCKIN' CRASH

EYES ARE BLOODY RED SO YOU KNOW I'M OFF SOMETHING
DEMON IN MY HEAD AND HE WON'T STOP PLOTTING
YOU AINT COMPETITION YOU A DEAD MAN WALKIN'
QUIT THE TALKIN'
WHEN WE PULL UP PUSSY ALL THESE PISTOLS POPPIN'
IF YOU REALLY WANT ME DEAD THEN WHERE YOUR STRAP AT?
AND THIS BLUNT UP IN MY HAND I NEVER PASS THAT
IF YOU TRYIN' TO FUCKIN' MATCH THEN HIT MY CASHAPP
SEE THESE PEOPLE TURN TO BITCHES LIKE IT'S SNAPCHAT