Its Los
Okay my work out devastating it petrify haters
I personal train amazing then I exercise greatness
You ain't sh** my set reppin when its war on
I have two n***as pushup and show you four arms
Wh-wh-what you boys on I pull up in the latest car
Yall n***as ain't doin squat thats why u never raised a bar
My ring work like mayweather with a steady jab
And my chain swing like pacquiao on a heavy bag
My j**eller my cut man your girlfriend my stuntman
She jump off on camera legs spread like the jump man
Im on the run damn you dont see how hard I go
Jumpin in and out of ropes you dont see my cardio
Audio k**er I play the a**a**in role
Yall n***as degra**i I'm more like the gra**y knoll
You bout to have me go dress up in my granny clothes
Hop up out that wheelchair and snipe you off your patio
Your girl a pistachio I dont give a f** bout her
Only see whats crackin wit her jus to get that nut out her
Gun powder bullet shells leather gloves knuckles out
Zero in and take that shot shootins what the f** im bout
Luck is out its all sk** no bluffin out that war pill
s**ers out leave substance gushin out his skull styll
Heart filled with rage and terror body every punchline
Put me in a cage with lions im gon think its lunch time
Front line soldier sh** knee cap shoulder hits
Marksman with the flow chip your tooth if its over bit
Its over with elite flow boom bam finito
Got rap in the bag cool ranch doritos
Your favourite rapper cool but im 30 more below
I show a lil muscle like a jersey shore guido
I hurt your lil ego f** around and get rocked to sleep
Rappers can't get at me it feel like I locked my tweets
I got you b**hes accepted just like a dm
Cuz I ain't got to mention you but you still get the message
My sh** perfected get your weapon if you scared n***a
You a trick, I'm on my trick and Trina
You don't know nann n***a
Yea n***a im talkin to you n***a
Look you in your eye ya heart a fall in ur shoe n***a
Y-y-you n***as try los never a smart choice
I promise you boo-boo kevin hart voice
Aw boy I dun went to rock em sock em mode
Knock em out his shoes and socks im on his heels like doctor scholls
Lock and I load co*k and I pop pop pop till the shots in the top of his fo
Lockin his block and im clockin his dough like im droppin the rocks in the pot on the stove
Dr-dr-dropin the top and im clockin his ho
Put my foot in his a** till his pockets is low
Then im l'n em out till his oxygen low
b**h n***as step up a notch in your flow
Cuz you not on my level stop jockin me ho
Stop watchin me prophecy probably says
Them n***as thats top on me probably did
But you can get properly shot in the head
(BLAAAOOOOW)now what makes you never heard no sh** this sick before
A n r's bring your pistols we gon have a bidding war
I mean f** else I gotta say best rapper alive every body else died today