Merlin

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse]
The whip go [?], that's a super charger
I'm wakin' up the block on arrival and departure
Twenty bows in the trunk, you would think I was an archer
When I see the opps, I ball my fists up like Arthur
I'm the type to sweet talk yo' girl, and get her out them garters
I'll even sweet talk the plug like I specked into barter
Boy I'm not scared of your strap, that's a track starter
Try some funny shit this way, we'll turn you to a martyr
They call me the opp's [?] it's my job to deliver
Big $weet be eatin' good, while I watch my opps wither
Got my hands all over the pie, you couldn't touch a slivеr
Couldn't touch a hair on $weet, your boys are lily livered
Thеy call me Merlin in the stu' I'm a wizard
You couldn't hold your weight around this bitch I guess that where we differ
They be clownin' me, on the gram, they like to call me stiffler
Big red beam on the Glock, I like to call it Clifford
I'm in the stu' blowin perps strapped up like Wyatt Earp
You might be big dog to your homies but to $weet you're a twerp
I keep my lips sealed, I'm not the type to chirp
I'll have your girl set the play, for one little perc
I could plug you with whatever, just hit me on the Telly
I got murder on my mind like I'm Melly
I gotta fumigate the crib, cuz' my credit so smelly
600 horses in the whip, got me sayin' "woah, Nelly!"
At any time or place the gang is down for excursions
I got the Glock 21, with the [?] for conversion
Your girl threw it at me, don't accuse me of coercion
She stripped down in a second, and assisted the insertion
When it comes to women I'm resourceful
You're the type to lack game so you resort to being forceful
But I'm not a white knight, I wouldn't give a bitch a morsel
They know I'm quick to pop a corn, call me Orville
Never been a bum, and I don't gotta try that shit to knock it
You can't "baby bro" $weet, with them [?] pockets
You could rap my whole life, and never turn a profit
They tell me to keep going, they hear you and say "stop it"
[?]
They call me $weet, but I'm more like a Harbinger of Doom
I'm at the lab 24/7 gettin lifted off the fumes
I barely give your bitch the time, but she gifted me her womb
They call me Quick Draw McGraw, it's guaranteed I'm the fastest
45 Auto tucked, like i was fighting the fascists
Everyday I'm drippin' you would think I was a baptist
My pack green and stinky like I'm smokin' on a cactus
Boy I touched so many blues, that shit stained my hands
My opps talk crazy till they see me and have a change of plans
Now I keep a stick on me, just like a Rangers fan
When I up this bitch I bet you'll have to change your pants
Unless it's bout' some cake, don't put me in the mix
You're the type to sell your mans out and get 'em 86
I'm rollin with gorillas, don't get caught up in the [?]
We aren't trynna coexist and we don't use our fists