Shooter McGavin

Yea, Stanky Stanky Yea, Stanky Stanky Yea, Um Ain't finna rush this You can't even touch this I'm finna smack my hands together, make diamonds from rubbish You ain't finna publish this shit is a compass And these niggas lost at sea, thought they would've loved it And all that shit said yeah, I went above it And not just that high I seen the top of Eiffel then hugged it You cannot carry my luggage its full of Truk fits I wish this beat had a hole I'd take my meat and then I'd shove it I heard they living lavish (Yuh) And then I heard they savage (Yuh) But there ain't been nothing to C+ these niggas average They calling me Shooter McGavin I keep taking it out its a habit After I dealt with em they patching up, just like cabbage Anybody want these problems? (No) I got permission to pop em? (Go) Freedom of jail stuck in a cell, now they saying they got em I stack up green like Goblin (Yeah) These niggas been lying like possums (Nah) They standing tall then they gon fall, now they asking who shot em If this too hard for the outro I'll find another use I wave the Steele and if the Tupac, you know I got the juice (Damn) I had enough of the bullshit that I been going through They calling Stanky Dababy, they know I am the truth I been living fine Standing on ten like dimes Stanky got two horns and wings but ain't a butterfly They feeling traumatized I'm feeling hypnotized They wanna see a nigga fall and make it televised