REVOLVER (feat. Lil Tone)

Clothes are elegant
I'm oh so eloquent
My whole set the type to make the rest take L and quit
I’m an elephant
You'd hunt me for personal benefit
And then relish it, embellishing
Details so you don't seem irrelevant
Women don’t want me celibate
Fuckin em for the hell of it
Come in, Im fly fishin for them bitches, not a halibut
I'm a whole damn battalion
Gun em down on a stallion
People be biting me
I'm just biting on my medallions
Fuck
Insensitive
I don't really give a fuck bout what your necklace is
A dentist is gonna need to come and fix your grill
If you chattering your teeth I guess you missed the drill
Chilled by my drip, you a popsicle still
Don't ask, cus I won't cover your hospital bill
Blow past, and I'm drunk
I got that prodigal skill
Shitty artists all mad
Cus I call em on the fill
Like Phil like doctor
Better catch me outside, like proctor
Cocky like a law firm
I be playing soccer
With the heads I cut off with a saw first
I offered a dab
But the cops didn't want terp
Breaking Benjamins
That’s what happen when I bought shirt
Think your girlfriend be fuckin with me but I’m not sure
Got her a couple Louis bags and an off skirt
Now it's really off, maybe now we fuck proper, aye

Hit em with the brass knuckles
Pummel verbiage and they slurp it til they seein double
This records trouble, people bitin, so I turned to un-biteable, I’mma stun em
Hubble, I'm rotating in orbit just like a dremmel when I fuck em
I ain't being subtle, I don't wanna cuddle nothing, don’t pop my personal bubble, fuckin's all want, I got a problem, I ain't bein humble, chew em up and spit em out, call it hubba bubba when I come up
Y'all can't
Touch me
MC hammer
Y'all mad but
You must see
I don't banter
Whole team
Bouta rush B
Cut the chatter
Imma pop a weak rapper like a tiny ass bladder, bitch
Come up
Bitch don't touch my bape
Gon run up
44 knock door, not safe
Shut up
Don't check my DMs so why hate
Cut up
Head a target, got a red dot face

[Lil Tone]
Yeah, we goin' up like a staircase
Yeah, we goin' up, clear the airwaves
All you niggas steady in my workplace
I might go and send you to your birthplace
Everybody wanna copy but hardly could top me
Because I'm so motherfuckin' witty with the wordplay
And yeah, I'm racing to the top and nobody can stop me
Everybody always mooching, they know that I got cheese
All these rappers wanna hit me but no, I do not lease
I'm just tryna get it and drip in Givenchy
Only wondering if I'm eating it on beat
Imma kill the track and turn that shit into a zombie
Eyes red with the dogs, Kakashi
All your records sound cheap like a swap meet
Actin' like you smoking loud, but it's not weed
You couldn't even make an album, I just dropped three, aye
Yeah I'm goin with the brd, he crowin
Yeah you know we rollin
Yeah you know we smoke it
Yeah, we high as fuck just like a fuckin' Boeing
Makin' hits and yeah, we steady growin'
This shit is history, you rappers misery
We chasin' victory, you chasin' injury
Ain't got no time for you niggas' trickery
You takin' losses in office, no Hillary
Don't want the smoke, bitch, I got the artillery
Scooby Doobie, I ain't talkin' no mystery
Doin' me and I don't need no publicity
No, I ain't human, bitch, I got ability
To kill a beat and leave nothin', no enemy
You rappers jittery
Got no delivery
Passin' the torch like the statue of liberty
Need a revolver just to come and finish me

[Outro] [Lil Tone]
Aye, just to come finish me yeah
Just to come finish me, yeah, aye, yeah
But there ain't no end to me, nigga!
Ha! Bitch!