ARMOR!

Aye im up in the spot n bitch you lookin like a dumb hoe
I got my fuckin armor on, that motha fucka lay low
Not about the talking i stay writin fuckin death notes
I dont got my blade but bitch i got my fuckin gung-ho
Stay in ya motha fuckin spot
Bitch i got my fucking pistol out and ima make it cock
All these faggots wanna talk but ima make em fuckin drop
Walk around my fucking city that gonna get you fucking shot
Take his fuckin bitch
Do i give a single fuck?
Talkin shit up on the gram
Then ima fuckin rip you up
Actin like he kenny beats
Cause motha fucka is a cop
Grab my blade and im not fucking round with any fucking opp
I aint focused on a bitch
Yeah im focused on a bag
That motha fuck talking shit
I load a fucking mag
I went to fucking school
But bitch i never went to class
If you pass a blunt
Then you might never get it back
Stomp on your fucking face
Til it cave in
Always wanna fucking talk
Until i fucking came in
Chop his fucking body up and
Leave him in a wastebin
Spill his fucking blood
and make the motha fucka tase it
Aye try to make a motha fucking play
Talkin fucking shit and he gonna end up as a stain
I dont wanna fucking see you better stay up out my way
Cuz i am the fuckin reaper and im diggin out ya grave
Stay in ya motha fucking spot!
Bitch i got my fucking pistol out and ima make it cock
All these faggot wanna talk but ima make em fucking drop
Walk around my fucking city that gonna get you fucking shot
Take his fucking bitch
Do i give a single fuck?
Talkin shit up on the gram
Then ima fucking rip you up
Actin like he kenny beats
Cause motha fucka is a cop
Grab my blade and im not fucking round with any fucking opp