Villionaire

0:11 As soon as I hop out the mother fucking car, All these mother fuckers are, Flashing me with lights, Like little bitchy r#####s, So I pull out my AR, And spray till they all, Run away or they fall, Then hide in the stall, Will the witness stay quiet or call, Fuck it I set fire to them all, Light the Molotov, And toss it right at the wall, Right beside them, Even if they do survive, There eyes will be melted out there skull, And my eyes are everywhere, I put cameras in the eyes of dolls, Yea I’m the fucking villain, I make a million a week, But I been a billionaire, And bear witness to my golden chairs, That fold and no tears, And aware of my spiral case stairs, That are 4 story’s in the air, Yea, No I’m not the joker, I also don’t follow the rules, And If that bitch talks back ima choke her, Yea, I got too good at poker, The casino kicked me off the stool, Even tho I was the fucking broker, Yea, No im not joking, I’m smoking these rappers in battles, And they can’t paddle cus they choking on whatever in the esophagus rattles, But I’m the bad guy cus I’m provoking these bitches, Becoming snitches just so I can leave em dead needing stitches in ditches, Which is why if you act suspicious they will cut you off before you can prove your innocence, Which is why they hung all the women who acted like witches, But if either way your gonna die innocent, Then why not die for vengeance,