That's That (feat. Meloetry, Wreck City & Truth Be Told)

I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat False perception Most connected, though some souls rejected It's well perfected for their own collection There's no confession but I left a message You're all alone to drown in your own depression In the zone in my own aggression Look, catch a bullet build your own desires In my attire rewire your empire In the end you dealt with liars The reason they helped conspire I was walking with that fire cooling off who you admire Listen... I'm east harlem to the death of me, I got a mission I keep the problems to the left of me, the right ignition Once I solve em, here's the remedy, I grant your wishes Fuck the stardom, my enemies I revolve em' Leave these niggaz left with post mortem Performing your autopsy, lyrically I'm a hoarder Got books of rhymes stacking up inside my fucking mind Crooked lives tempt to defy But attempting to touch mine is suicide and that's that I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat Heard you stay ducking em' Aflac If I front you that, I want the work or the cash back Don't gamble with your life this ain't black jack Twenty one gun saluting niggas yeah that's that Turn this shit to Baghdad I'm always where the bag at Shorty on my yang but I'm not tryna bag that Been focused ever since y'all used to rock Ecko Tunnel vision with it, you can probably hear the echo Spliff lit, rum I'm sippin, I don't do Prosecco I stay hungry for the chicken I ain't tryna let go Throwing dirt on my name Just cause y'all dirty and lame Raggedy shirt with the stains slurping for fame I know your circles ashamed it's like a surgical pain Knowing that it's their turf that you claim Let's bring it back like a flashback Wreck City get busy, word to Izzy that's that I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat I told em pass that I can't trust none of y'all to stash that You'll probably get caught in the video on snap chat You bragging ass niggas make y'all moves and go yap yap You Snitching on yourself, you the rat and the rat trap That's that type of shit that make you rock a black mask Packing up my back pack you see the way my bag's packed First you see the light then your vision fade to matte black I do my shit smooth so they don't catch that, facts that That's that, truth be told put that in your hash tag Throw dirt on my name, boy I'm still goin' get the last laugh My name remains clean, you still goin' feel the clap back Cause fucking with me is bad luck nigga black cat Broken mirrors, look at yourself, don't get your glass cracked A shattered view'll leave you confused, you seeing abstract It's time you pay all of your dues Ain't talking cash app Matter fact that Call Izzy up like where the gats at I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat Niggas got me fucked up, Izzy Mar general Start it up so I can spark you up and put a end to you One of me with a extra clip can end ten of you I legitimize can epitomized what an extend'll do Night night send you walking to that bright light Right from the left get swept from the hind sight My mind right, I'm to cold like Klondike I'm hype up in here in the air like if I'm mike A cautionary tale, you don't know me very well Hope you die in hurry just to get buried well I'm light on the heaven, I can give you heavy hell Mack 11 have every bredran eat every shell Bon appetite didn't know you was that famished I had to feed you that damage until your ass vanished Click clack got you caught up in that rat trap I'm so appalled, so you can get all and that's that I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat