Always GTFO - Final Message Lyrics

Damn BanxX, how you do that?
I can't get you off of my mind
I think about you all the time
I think about you all the time
Now look, I just linked up with Banks to make a track
I just outran these niggas a couple laps
They said I wasn't lyrical, who the f*ck told you that
Little nigga probably faded while I'm charting cross the map
I be tired of the talk, so I go take a nap
Say you gonna catch who?, nigga must be sniffing crack
Stack blocks on his head like if this shit was Tetris
F*ck the percentage, I'ma name this final message
You got the juice, nigga, I got the sauce
You think you that nigga, I can f*ck your bitch raw
Leave you on the floor crying, why'd you do it, nah
RIP that pussy, man, I'm sorry for your loss
Back on my bully shit, f*ck who feel a way
Been letting all the haters talk about me certain ways
Pussy niggas must've thought that I was easy prey
Put your ass in a museum, that's a beautiful display
Balling on these pussies, need to get the f*ck up off me
I got that three-point shot, but I'ma dunk it like I'm Kobe
Shit blows through the rim, shit sounding like a Glock
Rather not keep talking and a couple bodies drop
Remember back in them days, I could never spit like this
I was too busy with shorties tryna lick my dick
But GTFO came back on some serious shit
Now niggas quiet as a mouse, they ain't expect this shit
It's all funny too, cuz this the pre-game warm-up
Bring your ho around me and her pussy get torn up
Back in them days, I used to rap about f*cking niggas bitches
And getting to the riches,
Damn, I think this might be a early Christmas
Nigga, I'm the santa and my niggas keep the smithin
Bring a couple elves and they'll leave a nigga limping
Don't be next on line on the GTFO hit list
And this ain't no diss record, I'm just speaking facts
I could really do a lot of niggas bad
But I play it cool, I just be relaxed
But what you not gonna do is play like a nigga wack
Back on my bully shit, f*ck who feel a way
Been letting all the haters talk about me certain ways
Pussy niggas must've thought that I was easy prey
Put your ass in a museum, that's a beautiful display
And if you feel a way, you could address me
Talking all that behind the phone screen, niggas pussy
Keyboard warriors, you niggas be lames
I could put your head up on a wall, picture frame
I know I'm that nigga that should coursing through my veins
I am not normal, not something you can tame
You don't know how I felt getting through this pain
Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim
Remember back in them days, I could never spit like this
Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim
Now niggas quiet as a mouse, they expect this shit
Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim
Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim