R.I.E - Semi-Automatic Lyrics

R.I.E bitch
Yah
Ima semi-automatic
Yah
Cause I spit
With no glitch
And I hit
I don't miss
Share a spliff
With yo' bitch
While she's twisting her hips
She don't snitch
She don't tip
With her lips on my dick
She a trip with that shit
Man
She crazy
I'm deranged
I don't play B
Get out my range
Uh
Cause the way I attack it
Semi-automatic
I load it and strap it
While cutting through traffic
I stab it
I jab it
Kidnap it
Don't play with the savage
You'll turn into baggage
You know I do damage
Uh
They know me, don't play games
R.I.E be my name ah
God, God, God dammit Ima
God, God, God dammit Ima
God, God, God dammit Ima
Ima, Ima semi-automatic
Cause I ratter and tatter
Just make yo brain splatter
To me it don't matter
See I am a rapper
And you are a slacker
I'm totting the swagger
I go up the ladder
Just make your dreams shatter
Ya'll can't tame me
I'm insane, ha
Ya'll can't blame me
I want that fame, heh
Cause I'm back in this hoe
And I'm bringing the dope
For you there's no hope
Put your head in the rope
I'm totting the scope
I'm done being broke
This is no joke
You can get smoked
Ya'll don't phase me
I ain't playing, ha
Ya'll can't change me
I stay the same, ha
God, God, God dammit Ima
God, God, God dammit Ima
God, God, God dammit Ima
Ima, Ima semi-automatic
And you digging the burst
But you thinking you cursed
Cause the bullets dispersed
And you feeling the hurt
And your face in the dirt
And you need to be nursed
Man could it get worse?
Well you could get murked
Call me the messiah
I'm bringing the fire
Yeah first they perspire
And then they expire
And then they retire
And if the future is any wiser
Then they will aspire to acquire
The skill that I got, but you can't get higher
I'm up in the tower of my empire
So all you can do is just sit and admire
And perhaps be inspired
I've been at the bottom
The problems - I got em
We got something in common
These rappers are nothing
They are just fronting
I'm Batman in Gotham
And they are just Robin
So they are forgotten
Yeah
That's how you motherf*ckin' kill that shit man
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
This is an attack
But I am holding back
To prove I can kill it while cutting you slack
You're stuck in my trap
You're nothing but snacks
Nothing remains but blood and some scraps
You got a snapback
So you think you can rap
My 8th year rapping bitch don't f*ck with that
Nobody can touch me in this place where I'm at
Ima semi-automatic
And you're just a gat
And I mean what I say
And I say what I mean
This is a buffet
F*ckin' cuisine
Its D.O.A
With R.I.E
No playing games
No C.O.D
I've been on my grind
In ain't wasting time
Competition is slim
And that is sublime
Can't you see that the title is mine?
I'm not even close to being in my prime
God, God, God dammit Ima
God, God, God dammit Ima
God, God, God dammit Ima
Ima, Ima semi-automatic