Beretta, vendetta
Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch
Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
Remington point fourty five ACP
Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR
Me versus everyone
Main character shit (main character shit)
Move through the shadows
Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)
Running away from my problems
Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh
(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)
Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)
Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick
Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left
F*ck the times, I'm using an AR
18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting
Blam out the gun, on the opps
Leave em bettin' with the devil
People that hate, with no reason
Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)
Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway
My skills expressing broadly
Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay
Never take shit halfway (way)
Skrrt right down the highway (way)
Saving them blueys (ways)
The pink and the green bills
Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces
Makin' that cash, from Monday to Thursday
Resting on laurels, from Friday to Sunday
Methods of income expanding
All them bills demanding
Hop in that bih and I fly, and I fly, and I fly
Sweat like I got a f*cking nine to five
Fahrenheit four-fifty-one, talkin' about oppression
More dissent, and public thinkin' of insurrection
Shut em down, hit em up, nineteen eighty four,
Shoot em down, shut em down, nineteen eighty nine
Coming from the fire, from the Notre Dame like twenty-nineteen
It's been five years, half a decade
Heat went up a centigrade
Soundin' mad, mad dog, my mans a player
Cut the grass low, snakes show
Your mans betraying
Self sacrifice to save our own future
Lean into it, double down, and shoot it for
The greater good of the many
The good and not very
The higher order plays with our lives
And they see us as ordinary
Beretta, vendetta
Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch
Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
Remington point fourty five ACP
Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR
Me versus everyone
Main character shit (main character shit)
Move through the shadows
Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)
Running away from my problems
Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh
(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)
Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)
Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick
Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left
F*ck the times, I'm using an AR
18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting
Blam out the gun, on the opps
Leave em bettin' with the devil
People that hate, with no reason
Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)
Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway
My skills expressing broadly
Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay
Never take shit halfway (way)
Skrrt right down the highway (way)
Saving them blueys (ways)
The pink and the green bills
Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces
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Beretta, vendetta
Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch
Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
Remington point fourty five ACP
Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR
Me versus everyone
Main character shit (main character shit)
Move through the shadows
Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)
Running away from my problems
Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh
(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)
Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)
Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick
Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left
F*ck the times, I'm using an AR
18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting
Blam out the gun, on the opps
Leave em bettin' with the devil
People that hate, with no reason
Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)
Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway
My skills expressing broadly
Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay
Never take shit halfway (way)
Skrrt right down the highway (way)
Saving them blueys (ways)
The pink and the green bills
Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces
Makin' that cash, from Monday to Thursday
Resting on laurels, from Friday to Sunday
Methods of income expanding
All them bills demanding
Hop in that bih and I fly, and I fly, and I fly
Sweat like I got a f*cking nine to five
Fahrenheit four-fifty-one, talkin' about oppression
More dissent, and public thinkin' of insurrection
Shut em down, hit em up, nineteen eighty four,
Shoot em down, shut em down, nineteen eighty nine
Coming from the fire, from the Notre Dame like twenty-nineteen
It's been five years, half a decade
Heat went up a centigrade
Soundin' mad, mad dog, my mans a player
Cut the grass low, snakes show
Your mans betraying
Self sacrifice to save our own future
Lean into it, double down, and shoot it for
The greater good of the many
The good and not very
The higher order plays with our lives
And they see us as ordinary
Beretta, vendetta
Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch
Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
Remington point fourty five ACP
Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR
Me versus everyone
Main character shit (main character shit)
Move through the shadows
Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)
Running away from my problems
Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh
(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)
Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)
Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick
Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left
F*ck the times, I'm using an AR
18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting
Blam out the gun, on the opps
Leave em bettin' with the devil
People that hate, with no reason
Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)
Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway
My skills expressing broadly
Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay
Never take shit halfway (way)
Skrrt right down the highway (way)
Saving them blueys (ways)
The pink and the green bills
Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces
Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch
Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
Remington point fourty five ACP
Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR
Me versus everyone
Main character shit (main character shit)
Move through the shadows
Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)
Running away from my problems
Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh
(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)
Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)
Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick
Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left
F*ck the times, I'm using an AR
18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting
Blam out the gun, on the opps
Leave em bettin' with the devil
People that hate, with no reason
Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)
Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway
My skills expressing broadly
Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay
Never take shit halfway (way)
Skrrt right down the highway (way)
Saving them blueys (ways)
The pink and the green bills
Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces
Makin' that cash, from Monday to Thursday
Resting on laurels, from Friday to Sunday
Methods of income expanding
All them bills demanding
Hop in that bih and I fly, and I fly, and I fly
Sweat like I got a f*cking nine to five
Fahrenheit four-fifty-one, talkin' about oppression
More dissent, and public thinkin' of insurrection
Shut em down, hit em up, nineteen eighty four,
Shoot em down, shut em down, nineteen eighty nine
Coming from the fire, from the Notre Dame like twenty-nineteen
It's been five years, half a decade
Heat went up a centigrade
Soundin' mad, mad dog, my mans a player
Cut the grass low, snakes show
Your mans betraying
Self sacrifice to save our own future
Lean into it, double down, and shoot it for
The greater good of the many
The good and not very
The higher order plays with our lives
And they see us as ordinary
Beretta, vendetta
Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch
Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen
Remington point fourty five ACP
Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR
Me versus everyone
Main character shit (main character shit)
Move through the shadows
Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)
Running away from my problems
Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh
(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)
Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)
Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick
Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left
F*ck the times, I'm using an AR
18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting
Blam out the gun, on the opps
Leave em bettin' with the devil
People that hate, with no reason
Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)
Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway
My skills expressing broadly
Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay
Never take shit halfway (way)
Skrrt right down the highway (way)
Saving them blueys (ways)
The pink and the green bills
Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces
Writer: Ivan P
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