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Devan Anthony Shaver
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Ryōiki Tenkai, Fukuma Mizushi!
Yall niggas so trash it's ironic
Yeah, my car, push to start, it's robotic
Yeah, life bittersweet like some tonic, I sip out my cup like a damn alcoholic
Already said I done left with his soul
Nevermind, bitch I come back for more
So many guns, what am I finna tote?
Keep a banana clip ain't talking dole (Brrrt, Brrrt)
Run up on me he gon' run outta luck (Nah wait I already used that)
Nigga talking that bullshit about me its big cap
The difference between me and him is a big gap
That nigga wack
He don't know jack
Run up on me he get turned to a pack
I keep me a gun, just know I never lack
Got the sauce and it's special, I slide with a mac (big mac)
I went and doubled my money up, and i hopped in a ghost like the lich
I went and doubled my fucking cup, filled the whole shit with Actavis (sipping on act)
Yall niggas really tryna beef with a starter, go sit yo ass on the bench (bench)
I went and bought my lil' shooter a scope, just so he could never miss (never miss)
My shooter ain't gotta name, slimy no snake, he look like medusa (look like medusa)
My shooter ain't playing games, he a demon at heart, he keep him a Ruger
And if my shooter do miss? you better be screaming out hallelujah (pray to god)
My shooter got all the tats on his face, he be looking like Sukuna
I just might catch me a body like Tadoe
Laugh to the bank while I count my payroll
I keep a Wesson on me like I'm Fazo
Might just rock a nigga, Like Albedo
Gravity making him fall, like he Mabel (Gravity Falls)
I got your bitch on all fours, like a table
He just be capping, He telling his fables
I put a hole in his body, bagel
That nigga tried me and he really failed (ran up and failed, aye-aye, ok)
My choppa gon' eat, it never miss a meal (ok, choppa gon' eat, it's gon eat)
Let my Choppa sing, like it's Adele (wait wait, Sing like Adele, wait wait, uh)
I feel like Yeat, how I put on the bell (I put on the-)
Serving out packs, you can tell by the smell
My bitch want a bag, bought her Chanel
Yes, I make money, baby, can't you tell?
I'm up on a high horse like I am Rell
Turn that nigga into a pack, I inhale
If that nigga try me, send him to hell
I went and doubled my money up, and i hopped in a ghost like the lich
I went and doubled my fucking cup, filled the whole shit with Actavis (sipping on act)
Aye, yall niggas really tryna beef with a starter, go sit yo ass on the bench
I went and bought my lil' shooter a scope, just so he could never miss (never miss)
My shooter ain't gotta name, slimy no snake, he look like medusa (look like medusa)
My shooter ain't playing games, he a demon at heart, he keep him a Ruger (Demon)
And if my shooter do miss? you better be screaming out hallelujah
My shooter got all the tats on his face, he be looking like Sukuna
Ryōiki Tenkai, Fukuma Mizushi!
Writer(s): Devan Shaver
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