Arma - Shots Fired (MC Lynchy Diss) lyrics

[Hook] Spittin' all these rhymes and you know we k**in' flows f** around with us and we murdering these hoes [Verse 1: ARMA] I be chillin on this track feeling kinda groovy When i diss you're f**in a** you will wanna sue me You thinkin' that you're good with you're wack mc's Ima brake you're nose so try and step to me Man you know I'm the realest they come When I see you in the street I will you make run And I kick it then I spit it and I flow Thinkin' you're a rich kid you're nothing but a ho Talkin' bout ferraris thinkin' that you're gettin' b**hes Callin' down to mommy cuz I'm leaving you with stitches f** Lynchy, I be kickin' down his door Put him on his knees and I make him kiss the floor Me and La Familia, put you in your place Cut you in the face make you gone without a trace Ain't a f**in' quest and ain't a f**in' mission Ima take your throne without a competition Call me Mr.Lyrical my rap be out the roof Better duck quickly cuz I be bound to shoot Rappin bout d** doesn't make you a thug Middle finger in the air like I don't give a f** Take your b**h in a second I don't need a minute I be lyrically abusing you without a limit Droppin' bombs like ISIS every time I spit sh** I'm the person that you never wanna mess wit Get with, the sh** that I'm speaking I ain't even preachin' Chillin' on the top givin' you a beating Your thinkin' that you're famous but you never make it out Im k**in' you with rhymes and that's without a doubt Why you rap about money man it's funny to me More cash on my neck than you'll ever see [Hook] Spittin' all these rhymes and you know we k**in' flows f** around with us and we murdering these hoes