[Hush]

Verse 1

Run him over when I'm backing up the whip with intentions of wrecking this coward
When His family find his body under the trunk, it's not fred flintstone taking a shower.
I'll place the tool right up his mouthpiece to the point that he can't handle it
Rest my case & put this scrub in a bag ...that's a toothbrush travel kit.
I'm a street slugger & I'll prove it when I grab a bat to crack his head in order
the bat'll keep goin' to his head, over & over more than war veterans with PTS Disorder
If he tries to cross me, he'll get The Works so better hope or pray I'm leaving
it's too late to save himself, ...he's that layperson that's always tardy to the Opus Dei Meetings
Holding him & his wifey hostage will cause craze & the media following me
won't stop till the paris tied up & i'm stealing the spotlight like the kim k robbery



Verse 2

Just call it quits or duck this, either way u’ll lose kid,
cuz whether it’d be 10 mins or a whole data plan, it’s never a full gig.
Shit’s a no-go, pole ready for it to jump, the tool a pogo
this a new Ruge & it’s cocked, riding ‘round to put U in a box - Uber logo.
Keyboard Killa, shooting shit online ain’t nothing to brag fag
while I’ll always apply the Pound ‘fore I type a word, that’s a hashtag.
Gun bar? Gun ownership’s not some’n this fraud can claim
get to talking BANG, stick w/ me every step of the way, it’s a walking cane.
Out yo gotdamn mind to give these sick thots homes
Captain Save’Em took more bitches off the track than a Kid’s Bop song.