Vante - !Borin', Pt. 3 Lyrics

Wait dawg, we gon have to face off
Seen your ass in person and you turn into takeoff
Pussy nigga, hollow pointed ammo rip your face off
Boy you can't address me till you fix that gay walk
Gavin said you threatened to shoot me and that's fine
I was posted in your apartment complex the same night
And you talk a good game for a nigga who can't fight
I'm a sky flame, you're just a do-do who can't fly
Getting on my nerves like a roach who can't die
Nigga I stay ready, two pistols on my side
Turn your bones to jelly, get hit with this 9
Hoe you're not street, cuz you hang with black guys
Donald trump lover, you're a closet racist
Mad I met you, out the squad, you're the fakest
Bout to catch an L, nigga, you need lasik
Out your league, you know it and it's time you faced it
Mommas boy complex, that's an oedipus
Pocket watching, but ain't you in a deficit
Hoe you know I'mma up it, that's a definite
You only run your mouth, I've got evidence
I push the button, you know that it's over
Snipe you in a truck, nigga that's a Range Rover
You fake alcoholic, you know you be sober
If I send a hit, you'll be an organ donor
Aries beat your ass in our school days
That's typical for someone who never shoots fades
See you goin bald, better buy a toupee
Teeth yellow than a bitch, find some toothpaste
How you say you're gonna kill me then apologize
Keep it honest, I'm the person that you idolize
Say you'll call 12, cuz you got up in your feelings like a hoe
You're a rat like 6ix9ine, pass the cyanide
Won't give you clout, I'm not saying your name
You tried to cling to me praying for fame
Got in your feelings bout personal dealings, then ran off with all of the money I made
Cut the dissin, leave you missin
Fully trippin, steady simpin, dating children
Talking down, no pot to piss in, constant bitchin
Can't turn the other cheek, Hoe I am not a Christian
Shoot me
You ain't do shit
Cried when she left you
I ain't do it
Tracked Yamamoto
Still ain't prove shit
Had sex in his bed, but lied like you ain't do it
Hated on Carl, cuz he made more revenue
Lied to your girlfriend, ain't nobody scared of you
She smashed her ex and had that nigga next to you
Since you like kids, go watch detective pikachu
Pussy
Dead man, dead man
They just wanna see me dead man
Dead man, dead man
They put money on my head man
Dead man, dead man
They wanna see me draped in red man
I'm the rawest out since red man
If I push the button, you're a dead man
Don't speak on me again, you can never win
No longer holding in, you gon fold again
Went in a mission, you ain't pull the pin
He played you like a bitch, I am not like him
I'm really from the set, not from Smyrna doe
Mad cuz I gotta check, you act like a hoe
You spreaded all them lies, ain't did nothing doe
Crying in group chats, I got records bro
Disloyal, all talk, all cap
All fraud, know that
I step you, fall back
I punch, your jaw cracks
All you do is jaw Jack
I'm a boss, I sit down when I fight
And I send hits, you just might die tonight
If I get pissed, your whole family cries
Minamoto gang, know we all gon ride
I got on special cloth, it's designer
Not ducking any fades, a front liner
Hoe you're not in my league, where'd they find em
Cuz is like R Kelly, f*ckin minors
Not my fault, lie in chalk
Crash your car, so you can't walk
Pocket watcher, you can't talk
You faked suicidal thoughts
Run up if you choose to go
Underneath a concrete floor
Looking strung out on that coke
What you wiping off your nose
When I pull up, you gon hide
You still know where I reside
Never will you try my life
It's gon be a homicide