LYRICS:
Half Old Man, Half Conan, Half Disco, Half Slow Jam -
Have Pity for yo Broham, his Hoe Jacked Me wid Both Hands
Now They Walk and Hold Hands, Me I Just Hold My Nuts -
Maneuverin' Game, I'm tutorin' Game, a Quarter Milli Sign Up
Please Just, line up to Slaughter, I be a cart of TNT -
Mystical Entity, Me, Chemically Molded Physicality -
Actually Naturally get in ya ass like Calorie, runnin' thru ya anatomy -
Blind Lady with Crochet Needle, that's how my patterns be...
(UhhhHuh) I don't play with Bands, Never do the Bitch Nigga Dance -
My little mans, stay up on a lot of rolls, Just call him Avalanche
Stay Gutter, I used up all my Battle Raps on ya Baby's Mother -
Spit that same Technology make that 2030 Mercedes hover
Brother, I'm the Blackness in the Space that Never Been a Star -
Unstopable Corona your soldiers Feelin' me off in Every Bar
Who I Are? Cash App Dollar Sign Fatherama -
Cops Reckless try to kill me in the Naked like Breonna
Porn Star on a helicopter, Get it? Fucked Up -
We Hunger, They Only Feed Us Bullshit and Tuff Luck
Hold Up, I Fold Up Swole Up Cops that's Foolish -
Until that Style He On (Stallion) Meets Defeat (the Feet)like Tory Lanez Bullet...
CHORUS:
We Got The Helicopters Circlin', Cops In They Riot Gear They Wonder What's Gurrglin' (x4)
