Concussion (feat. YRN Lingo)

Shouts out Syke Shout out Lingo bro Shout out me bro Check it, Young Hendricks on the beat I go in like a fucking concussion Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian You make noise like ring it's just percussion Always on the move, I put in time still rushing I go in like a fucking concussion Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian You make noise like ring it's just percussion Always on the move, I put in time still rushing You write nonsense we call it ink flushing Converse with you and I need a drink something guts spilled out I'm pink blushing Near all extinction 'n you on the brink shoving Serving drugs since I was a fucking baby Loving thugs is your fucking ugly lady Sending plugs to get the drop on the lately Getting robbed cuz you fool I'm the greatest Indecisive I cannot decide If I gon' collide And I know that my gun gon' surprise And I'm merking anybody cuz I'm riding by my homie's side You want me? I can take your bitch You said me? I can erase your itch You dread me? I can expose your snitch You threaten me, I can explode the whole world like it ain't shit cuz I go in like a fucking concussion Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian You make noise like ring it's just percussion Always on the move I put in time still rushing I go in like a fucking concussion Not talking bout a king, you not Putin Russian You make noise like ring it's just percussion Always on the move I put in time still rushing I go in like a fucking concussion Don't be fucking with me cuz there be some repercussions Messing with my crew and they gon' be discussing How I slap you upside your head triggers clap you leave you dusting They gotta nac like a duck who can quack Like it's time for payback and Imma unpack And kick back And my mind is running track And a Lil Nas X with a fucking horseback And your girls back, so whore's back Hope you don't get a concussion brain's wack And I'm bout to hit ya, y'all boutta get smack Y'all a Spoiled mess so we call you just train wrack You a train wrack Shout out Tra Rags You a train wreck Y'all a spoiled mess so we call you just train wrack I blew through the bag and it came back I got some bidness on the phone can you give me a minute Sliding in the hellcat with the windows tinted These hoes getting mad cuz I won't pay them attention I got a Glock, and it got extensions Hating, jealousy, that was your intentions He tried something funny now that boy over there limping Try not to be petty, but that shit is tempting Listen to every word that I say on this track Cause they gon' be coming back like they on some crack I got my gang with me, and they got my back And they comin' with the smoke they ain't cutting no slack I'm at your mother fucking neck if you think imma let you do that My diamonds shinin' when I walk in they be like who that? Whole gang eat we havin' a feast Imma just harmonize on the rest of this beat