Chekhov's Gun

Nine to your dome hoe whatcha gonna do bitch? Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gonna do – Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's Gun Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's Gun Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's Gun Pinned sho-sho-sho-sho wall-wa-wa-wa Chekhov's Gun Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's gun It's been two long weeks and we finished act one You've been yapping all day but I just swallowed my tongue Check my pants, check my neck, check my paper cos I'm hung Nine to my dome, the ringer off don't hit up on-a my phone Fit always hot, they know I'm à la mode Currently dealing in currency, Euros & RuneScape gold Amount you're owed, infinitesimal like point 1 euro 1 In your row, death, column, uh yeah I'm in Guantánamo mode She reaped what she sewed Talked so much shit that there's stains on her clothes I don't see any citations or quotes Paraphrasing and blowing the smoke Shorty mass market, but nuh I'm bespoke Story of my life and she's a footnote Aim back now, acne in scope Spot, shot, now it's all smoke I'm Anton, this my matinée It's my way or the Hemingway Self harm is her kinda foreplay Ring my alarm, like I'm Beyoncé All she does is whine, but I ain't talking Cabernet Talking to my balls, she could've starred in Castaway She's all out of players like she's Ricochet Tryna trap me but I'm getting liberté I seek freedom, I don't stall man, you're tweaking In my feelings, she's reaching, the other way I'm leaning Prometha-geeking, I'm reeling, one milligram I'm speeding Uh uh uh uh uh uh yeah Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's gun It's been two long weeks and we finished act one You've been yapping all day but I just swallowed my tongue Check my pants, check my neck, check my paper cos I'm hung Shorty fucked me up but she my Chekhov's gun Had me feel some type of way but now my hands are swung Tryna find myself a honey but now I'm stung I did everything right, but I'm blinded by the sun She chose the nuclear option like she was Roaccutane Yet minutes before she was sickly sweet, a-aspartame I knew it was over when she called me by my username Chronically online, touch grass bitch that's my counterclaim Can the defendant please rise? Like my guys when I'm boutta present uh I don't mean to rep the size but it left her paralyzed, my-my bad uh Numb from the pain, she got me institutionalised, why that? uh We're done, but she seeking I'm hiding behind Amplifi uh Amplifi, can we sign a treaty? I'll see you in Versailles He-hell naw, I'm just alumni We're finished, it's over, I demystified There's demons to fight, you're not in my line of sight So baby girl step aside, she don't know how to unsubscribe But free trial is over, no obligation for me to provide I'd say anything and make her blush, whole lotta red, whole lotta red Nail marks on my back, torn to shreds, and a whole lotta red Living in sin, keeping it hush, napkin on head, whole lotta red Sword telescopic, James Webb, I'm dead, i see a whole lotta red Pinned shorty to the wall like she Chekhov's gun It's been two long weeks and we finished act one You've been yapping all day but I just swallowed my tongue Check my pants, check my neck, check my paper cos I'm hung Shorty fucked me up but she my Chekhov's gun Had me feel some type of way but now my hands are swung Tryna find myself a honey but now I'm stung I did everything right, but I'm blinded by the sun