Whoa *4 Lik scorpy mac willis Yeah one punch high when i hit it up I don wanna stroll cause imma get back down Yup its trap I'm make it up wade it up rake it down till i make my name The will don't matter on them hoes just a trapper gettin into shit(into shit) First verse down nothing written... I don care wht you think am doin In the game i gat my rules i don play like literally on yo rules yeah I don think i like em beats but i find myself trappin hard Cause i gat my fam... Yeah really wanna kill em beats down I weigh that down cause i know imma get tha shit runnin on my way Savage rap i, dun care why we do it I get down, killin em beat is my choice One punch high, i dun hut em freestyles I dunno why i do it thou i gat a lot of snow piled in the roots Rollin em i don top in em I wan real shit toppin up when i get it done Smoke it down to point dying Ain't no nigga wanna raise the bullshit Hit hard on the booth Savage that beat to the point of breaking Ain't messy cause the bars all gonna get you Lil covered Imma hit it down en kill em down with the mic Wrap it up like you gon into the pyramid Shit i don what yall gonna be thinking I don pay cause yall be pullin up the cops Gonna jail some dwag back in the hood Wait fuck it en kill it I don waste when i gat it We doin it for the passion Underground till you hit em Rhymes in the morning when yo gonna be heard out Servib beef that's gonna be legit Bullet it the chest what gonna do Cause i gat em deal ups