Tom and Jerry

Hook:
SHOTGUN, since he want to FRONT, Imma grab that PIPE
Shoot it 23 times, he got clapped like MIKE
Wolfing in the morning, put a bag on em, whacked by night
I don’t need a fucking bodyguard, my strap on sight
AR P or baby drake, I bet I pop him
Yous a walking talking pile of BULLshit, DENNIS RODMAN
Designer hoodie, I’m a devil wearing Prada
With the STICK Im finna put him in the sky, I’m HARRY POTTER
Hawking down a RAT in this CAT, no TOM AND JERRY
I’ll let the chop go (BRRR) like «WHERE'S PERRY?»
Pussy bitch you talking about a BODY ain’t POPPED YO CHERRY
TURN the hardest talker TO A BITCH, call that TYLER PERRY’D
Money coming in, 20 thousand while checking a text
HEALTH DEPARTMENT, everyday I’m INSPECTING THE BREAD
Like I’m tryna CHECK SOMEBODY PULSE how I’m PRESSING ON NECKS
ARP a put him on a SCREEN like a SPECIAL EFFECT
Chopper bullets put him on a T (TEA), that’s a BRISK CAN
Left his soul hanging out his body like a stick man
Hook ain’t get around and knock him off, bet this blick can
Ain’t no MARATHON, you MOVE AROUND, and get yo SHIT RAN
I can’t bring your bitch around sh fucking up my hygiene
Dirty bitch I fuck around and drop her at th dry clean
Forty OPEN HEADS like it’s a BOOK, I’m tryna MIND READ
I can’t put no RAPPER on a TAPE, less it’s a CRIME SCENE
Get it?
With this HEAT, leave him MIA
Ain’t no mask on when I slide, you gone see my face
Cook his body with the chop like I heat my plate
I got shooters waiting undercover like the CIA
Pussy talking about a Maserati but he borrow checks
Global (WORLD) with the piece (PEACE), I think Im moving like RON ARTEST
Chopper bullets rip his head and organs, fuck a hard on vest
ARP a leave his BODY SHAKING, that shit HARLEM-esque
Blue hunnids, fuck a Jayhawk, I keep an AR
Swiping I got everything you need like a Kmart
Ironic, yes I am a rapper but I hate bars
Shotgun hit him in his chest, got his chain sparked
Hook:
SHOTGUN, since he want to FRONT, Imma grab that PIPE
Shoot it 23 times, he got clapped like MIKE
Wolfing in the morning, put a bag on em, whacked by night
I don’t need a fucking bodyguard, my strap on sight
AR P or baby drake, I bet I pop him
Yous a walking talking pile of BULLshit, DENNIS RODMAN
Designer hoodie, I’m a devil wearing Prada
With the STICK Im finna put him in the sky, I’m HARRY POTTER