​soil speak

Speaking to the soil
Hollow tips gon blow his top off
I download the beat and turn on FL
Then imma pop off
That boy done heard the shots
And started working on his takeoff
That nigga artificial
Boy we know yo ass a knockoff
Like fuck that
Typing all that shit, come get yo lick back
That nigga always worried bout my ass
Go get yo bitch back
The AK in my hand
I put some holes inside yo six pack
You fucked around and found out
Now we slidin' in the hatchback
Wrist slit
Talking out yo neck, don't get yo wig split
Zipping up your bodybag like I just got a drum kit
Google, bitch, a chrome up to his face
Just like some lipstick
Hop up on them opens
And stop hopping on my fucking dick

(hook)
One, two, I don't fuck 12 but know I ride wit a dozen
Them bullets hot like they just came out the oven
I grab a stick and beat his head in
Like I'm playing percussion
Once I start getting out of pocket
Ain't shit up for discussion
I pistol whip the pussy nigga
Give that boy a concussion
I'm sick of random ass niggas
Out here calling me cousin
I got a silencer equipped
It's Helen Keller, when I step in the function
You get erased
Like I'm the god of destruction, bitch