Equipped

Your similar to a bitch
You finish when I’m equipped
Step back, pat pat, now you lyin' in a ditch
Sweet dreams as I proceed to get this shit
I got drugs up in my blood and a weapon up on my hip
Hip, hip hooray, hollow point parade
A calico with a knife, put an end to yo charade
Right click the date, hover up on save
On second thought I delete ya then V12 away
Your name is erased, brain is replaced with maggots
I’ll make sure that your grave is defaced
Your style is deep fake, you took it and ran with it
Think that you can face me, but you can’t even stand with me
Get it how you get it, but don’t look to me
I don’t want nothin' to do with you (No, no)
Get it how you get it, but don’t look to me (Yeah)
I don’t want nothin' to do with you (No, no, no)
From the 517 to the 810, I got ya
Resuscitate the game, call me the doctor
It’s the MC rocker, microphone abuser
Class is in session, baby, and I am the tutor
I put two in your melon, I put one in your neck, bitch
All my brothers rockin' skulls, baby, thanks for the necklace
BONES know to kill the crowd like there ain’t nothin' to it
You always talk 'bout what you gonna do, well bitch, I do it