Dig Deeper

Bitch, I’m back and I’m better
Comin' harder than y’all
Only a few as dope as me
Don’t know many artists at all
Come take your spot and your property
Fuck a larceny charge
Ran the music biz like a bull inside a Pottery Barn
Gotta be (?) cuz these robbers will shoot your legs up
Now you can’t run away
Gotta lay there beggin', time to pay up
You wanna come try me
I will kindly show you what I’m made of
Let me by, I’m on my way up
Did a line and squeezed the lime on my Cerveza
Wait a minute, they had boxin'
The rappers boxin', I’m Tyson Fury
I’ll drop his ass and I got the cash to fight with my attorny
The fire burnin', the tree is purpl like a Vikings jersey
My bitch is workin', her pussy spicy like rice and curry
Sometimes it’s hard to find the word
And bitch excuse my language
Don’t group my name with other rappers
And fuck how you would rank us
I wasn’t raised round country music singers
In my crew never threw no gangs up
Only use they fingers pullin' triggers, ya-uh yeah