S2K Cypher (feat. 8RO8, Tayhun, Youngmin, Danté View, Devin Cheff & Gear5)

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I can't give you mercy cause I'm always staying ruthless
Looking for your bitch I'm giving pipe inside a Ruth Chris
Who's this snuck inside the game like a toothpick
Useless, begging for a feature you a nuisance
Hold up, hold up, cause I'm always on grind
When I'm done with music breaking her spine
I can't settle for a single choice so I just line these hoes up and say one at a time
Alphabetical order
Your time's up better grab some quarters
Won't swipe up cause your ass a hoarder
Cause you know, all your music is trash
Aye kilt, I just split
Watch how I slide on the beat like the ski on a hill
Aim for the head that's a guarantee kill
Don't talk to me till your tracks reach a mill

Like whoa, shit
The way shoot to kill these bitches think I'm ruthless
I ain't fucking with that sweet shit get some fruit bitch
I made that bitch just hiccup on my dick she toothless
You bitches useless, but nah
Speed is just speed if it ain't got no substance
I got some bad habits they call it abundance
They told me that pussy is out of my budget
So counting my pockets is counter-productive, shit bussin'
I think these bitches gon' love it
I'm ducking the shade that they throwing, they rubbing the paint
YBN talking bout on the soul train, but nah homie that shit disgusting

Day to day I been a star player you a bench warmer
Hit 'em with the steady pressure I been stepping stepping on 'em in these air forces
I told the world to eat a dick
Never ever seen 'em care for us I don't f*ck with the pack
I don't reminisce on the past if I were to do that
I would rain on the racists with gats
Trauma all up my body I'm tweaking I numb all the pain with the acid
Foot on the gas till I catch 'em I'm lighting the blunt
Then I'm lighting them up, yea I smoke 'em and ash it
I don't give a f*ck, bitch done ran outa luck
One shot to the head, you ain't getting back up
Like f*ck you bitch, oh you wanna act tough
No one punch man Imma beat his ass up

Uh, I just spent forty-eight hours shooting a film
Switch up my motives now shooting to kill
And I got no mercy I'm making no deals anymore
Gon' be homicide just for the thrill
Yea I make it pop, I started from zero now Imma go make me a mill
I'm never gon' stop, I can't die a hero so Imma go make me a villain
Okay, everybody better put your hands up, take no ransom
Man I'm rolling like a Phantom, looking handsome
Said she wanted to get some, throw a tantrum
I just gotta shoot, bank 'em, that's an and one
Cause all of these wannabes foul
So I need to go and shoot them up, 'bout to go wild
Wow I feel like a prodigal child
Sorry, mom, I'm not gonna come back home for a while

Got the motherfucking game in a chokehold
I be smoking that gas by the boatload
Best sit your ass down when you dealing with grown folks
Hard to give props to these bozos, knowing they won't blow
Make it rain on 'em like the weather in the forty-four
Put a shell in 'em like the gas station logo
Lil' bitch, even when you reaching new heights you'll be looking up to me
So everything you say is a low blow
Guess that's why they on my olos, whenever sparks fly, I be like butane
Mainly active at night like I'm Bruce Wayne
Hit the dealership cop me a new thing
I be posted in the cut like a band-aid
Asking where I got these garments I can't say
Nah, Nah, serve up any motherfucker on a platter don't believe me
Refer to my last name

"Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, bring the fucking beat back man"
"Let me spit some"

Uh uh
Shoot to kill but you hitting body shots huh
Lookin shook, bet you really really soft huh
Swear you 'bout it but you ain't really none huh
Shoot to kill but you hitting body shots huh
Homie better quit the set trip, buss inside his bitch like a hollow tip
And it ain't too good for you when I'm big Timin, ain't that a bitch
Ball hoggin like Kobe, I don't ever miss, I don't ever do assists
On the drive trip double couple fouls when I'm in the paint drip the wrists
Lil' shit talking big when he ain't never did a flip never hit a lick
Shoot to kill but you hitting body shots you a rookie you a counterfeit
Pockets heavy belly full trigger happy, homie you should get the gist
Body clad with carti neck a chameleon jugging a bag like a pharmacist
Hit your bitch, ain't that a bitch
I don't rap, I just do this shit
Stack a grip ain't that a bitch
Like Gorilla grip ain't that a bitch
I got brothers I don't do no cliques
Rest of y'all ain't that a bitch
Rest of y'all ain't made for this
Rest of y'all been on that

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