Cause all these bitches try and outrap me
I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat
I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee
And he can't get out
Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme
I'm on a private jet to Miami
Evil attack could get a grammy
Evil attack but they can't attack me

Bitch, I'm back
This an evil attack
If you trying to throw hands, I eat you up like a snack
Cause I got a pack
And they'll make you stop
If I'm washing these floors at least give me a mop
I see new shoes, if I like then I cop
I see a new tune, if I like then I bop
I hope you ain't afraid of heights because I'm going to the top
The realest will fall, R. I. P. to the Pop
Now I got the flow
If I say we gon' go
Then little bitch, better listen, if not you get shot
And if you don't want to come chill
Then it's getting real
Do shit around me you'll get caught a lot (damn)
Pop might be gone
But I got a gun
If you cap, you're getting popped for sure
If we're having beef know I got beef
I got no green, I'm no omnivore
Neck, gucci, wrist, rollie
People try and open a door and then show me
Meanwhile I open two doors, they act like they know me
Meanwhile, broken two fours, just like Kobe
I got a visa
And y'all are saying I am deceased but (freeze up)
Number 10, back like عيسى
Never mind, I bring back the beat

Cause all these bitches try and outrap me
I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat
I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee
And he can't get out
Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme
I'm on a private jet to Miami
Evil attack could get a grammy
Evil attack but they can't attack me
Cause they attack like my granny (A P Capone)

They say hi, I say bye like asta la vista
People only like you cause you have a visa
I'ma go on holiday, jet to Ibiza
I came out the dirt and my knees still hurt
Went from the dirt to the sky and I'm still here
Call me Harry Houdini because I make shit dissapear
Walk up in the crib with the Glock
It might be a baretta
Making moves, it's a vendetta
Bitch your cheesy like cheese mozzerela
Dropping glass slippers but I ain't no Cinderella
Ayy, shoutout to Bella
I'm not in an academy, unless it's the umbrella
I'm like Slim Shady on the beat
You are so slim, you need to eat
The only thing that smells worse than your breath is your feet
Because they reek, this is my peak
You are weak side dissing like a leach
While im chilling out here at a hot-ass beach
You cannot escape my reach
Got these slippers on my feet
Now, I'ma take a seat cause

Cause all these bitches try and outrap me
I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat
I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee
And he can't get out
Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme
I'm on a private jet to Miami
Evil attack could get a grammy
Evil attack but they can't attack me
Cause they attack like my granny (yuh)

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Cause all these bitches try and outrap me
I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat
I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee
And he can't get out
Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme
I'm on a private jet to Miami
Evil attack could get a grammy
Evil attack but they can't attack me (Cause all these)
Cause all these bitches try and outrap me
I lock em in, in the trunk, not the backseat
I lock em in, lock em in a mousetrap, gee
And he can't get out
Perhaps he is unhappy because he got acme
I'm on a private jet to Miami
Evil attack could get a grammy
Evil attack but they can't attack me
Cause they attack like my granny