VS (feat. Drip$tick)

Yeah I like this one bro Check it Yeah, look Come around, turn to a diet cuz I'mma cut 'em down Another sound, he rendered silent by hunnid rounds You really dying, I pilot pirates and plunder towns My title timeless, you bugging, I get to crushing clowns Yeah, and look at Sanji, he ugly Six pack to his stomach, then all you hear is percussion I got these swords on my hip, I get his confidence, crush it And if you talk on the clan then I turn his mans into nothing Gang Damn, I didn't realize we were spilling guts Better get to kicking it up, I spin and grill a grunt Part-timing the grind, I'm stacking platters, filling cups Keep my hands clean, the fit drips, and I live it up Yeah, see and Zoro, he ain't in the cut Head hollow, domed with a thick skull, like kettle drums I'm packing tactics, I'm strapped with a keen brain He relies on three blades, I only need these legs But you know I carry teams like I had the wheel Talking bout the legs, I get to kicking when I'm packing steel Leave ya sick from the Black Leg, show you how the cattle feel You can't win if you get lost just tryna find the battlefield Look, I may get lost, but I ain't losing I slide with the haki, don't need a stick but I tell em cool it Really we don't need you in the squad, don't need recruitments Hair game trash, all my swag been deeply rooted you really stupid Zoro tryna talk hair game? Best place your bets Mosshead 'boutta get Vinsmoked like my cigarettes Spit it so fire that all you see is the silhouette End up with a foot in your mouth, aye, that's word to Zeff Bounty hunter, know your team'll get destroyed Put some green up on his head and now he looking like the boy, huh I'm too fye with the sword, but I ain't Roy Metal sharper than scissors, for the paper i get my Matoi, check it I carry tracks, then carry buildings, like what you feeling Ill with the writtens and all I'm spitting is penicillin And Sanji tripping, he say he whipping but who been winning? I put the shells to you chickens and Zoro never missing Aye, Roranoa not knowing nothing about my piles I'm making paper like wanted posters, just count the flyers Raid suit drip, I'm bustin' Berries with clout and style You must be tripping dogg, I even got a bounty higher Class act, cool and collected, I cook with steady hands Got Marines panicked and turning tail, they saying prayers Shawtys swoon soon as they see my stance, that's crazy, damn Plus I be a ladies man, Zoro, he's just lazy, man Aye, I ain't lazy, I'm laying back like his broad do She giving me top, I'm the talk of town of the top two Reservation only, I don't really fuck with y'all goons Leave a fucker all bruised, looks like I found All Blue Stepping to me, I'm big broing this blonde bitch Bringing up some bruises, I'm leaving Sanji unconscious Homie really joking for poking me on some con shit Cut him down to sushi when I'm pulling out the chopsticks Black Leg, black kicks, black air forces Cashing fat checks, that shit's how I floor it, yuh Cracking skulls like tableware is just my warm-up When I serve a beating, best believe that shit's three courses, check it Aye! Aye aye! Gang Think we done made our point, let's kick it For real Zoro and Sanji, bitch