##WRATH

[VERSE 1: BANE]
First off before we get started before you get bodied dont speak on my name
Nigga wan fight? Mortal kombat my choppa got kick like it's last name was kang
You buy a watch and a chain for a bitch I do not give a fuck bout exchange
Copped a prescription and pop me a perc so I dont feel a thing

Melt yo face off
Ain’t no witness
Case closed
Hoes I hate those
You just wanna date those
We erase foes turn you to a day folks
We the bang bros cock and then we aim those

First of these niggas be trippin
I ran off on music but bitch im stillin
These niggas be plottin and talkin bout snitchin
They pull up my shit and im cleaner than chitlins

Im in the shit but im chillin
He got a cape then I guess im a villain
Clip go bananas you trip ima peel it
She droppin them panties but she ain't appealing
Fuck is a ceiling?
Me and my niggas we dont got no limit
Really send shots so im not wit the scrimmping
Pull up and pop like a thot in the mirror
Nigga please stop it ain't no more comparing
If I catch a opp then I tear out his larynx

[VERSE 2: CAIM]
I keep my metal gear on me, it’s solid no snake
Hands on the fence, and fingers through the grate
When these niggas see me, they full up with hate
I need 44 mags and a pair of 3-8s

Uppin the flex on these niggas, Y-3 and 1K shit
I need some Flashtreks, look like I'm walking in space bitch
White Russian Owls get stuffed every day bitch
You got an order, then come here to place it

All these contenders tryn get this gamo off my waist
Same niggas outta the way
Same niggas talkin behind me any other day
But none of em up in my face

Smoking this moonrock, I'm not finna come down from space
Unless you calling for a play
Most of these niggas be saying we never gon fade
And disappear the next day

Couple of niggas been calling me soft
But nobody ready to press me at all
He take a look at my eyes and he walk
Niggas can't differ the smoke from the fog

These niggas capping, they said I won't snapping
Go look up my name and get hit wit a backhand
Prices go up and they fill up the backend
I got some niggas that love shooting straps and

Hitting these licks been a mfin hobby
Making money put some life in my body
He crip walkin, make em dance witta choppa
Dash on the stain like my name Ricky Bobby

Smoking on gas got me Koffing and Weezing
No Pokemon bitch, but we Pikachu fiending
Pull up and spend, bitch it's moneybag season
Been running yall pockets so dry for no reason

I needa reup on weapons
I need some gears of war for my protection
He say he nice but I'm better
I'm stomping on necks, no releasing the pressure

I’m goin off on whoever
Niggas been crossing my life since forever
I’m done wit forgive and forgetting
These niggas been backwards and they gon regret it