Window Shopper

(앨범: City On My Back - 2020)

(Enrgy made this one)
What up, Enrgy?
The top feels so much better than the bottom, hah (Rio)

Ayy, broke nigga, you a window shopper
I ain't 'bout to scrap with you, I'm a pistol popper
Mini-Draco on me now, this a little chopper
I'll squeeze this bitch all on your face, this is a pimple popper
I just bought a whole pint, you a liquor copper
Fully switch on the Glock, this a four-nickel chopper
Military-issued bullets in it, each one fifty dollars
Big dog, keep slipping off the chain, I need a different collar
Put this oven on your head, now your biscuit rising
I told my plug throw a brick, now it's a chicken flying
Baguetty-etties in my chain, you got little diamonds
What the fuck, you writing statements? Why a pencil by you?
Stop rapping off them YouTube instrumentals, buy 'em
Don't say shit when I cook dope, I think the kitchen wired
I was tryna keep it cool, then my pistol fired
Thick Bible on me while I'm rapping, I'm a scripture writer
I'm at the set buying shit, you just look through windows
Balenciagas big as fuck, when I wear these, I'm 6'2"
I'm finna shoot a crib up, I'ma need a rental
I don't need a gun, I could kill someone with three utensils
Hit him in his jaw, it went through, can't you see the dimples?
Bullets knock your teeth out, now you gon' need dentures
Went to church, got baptized and all, but I'ma keep sinning
We got a cheat code for the game, that's why we keep winning
I know Jerry got some drank, this nigga keep grinning
Dustin got some Oxycontin 30's, he want three a milligram
Nigga want some Adderalls, I sold him three Benadryls
Nigga pull up tryna scrap with me, I bet we kill him
You don't wanna buy these Xanny bars, they thirteen-fifty
I can't hold my head up, I been codeine sipping
Stab a nigga in his neck, the wound three inches
Nigga really tryna make a killing, bring me a [*beep*]
Ayy, I couldn't say that word
Take some shit you said and switch it up, I got a way with words
I walk around with dog shit, you got a baby turd
You got a pint of what? Let me taste the syrup
Caught a nigga in the Scat' on MLK and Third
Throw a couple shots at it, I bet I make him swerve
.308 so big, when I shoot it, I can shake the earth
Charge a nigga sixty-five, sell him an eighth of dirt
He thought he bought some real drank, that was maple syrup
Mixed it with a deuce of Tylenol and Karo syrup
These K bullets burn a head, boy, this ain't no perm
Bust a nut in a slut mouth, let her taste my germs
These Percocets got me itching, bitch, I ain't got worms
High off drank, I keep seeing shit, bitch, I ain't on sherm
Just sent my nigga to the store, I'd rather stay and serve
These niggas keep testing Baby Ghost, I guess they ain't gon' learn

It's funny how niggas get to screw-facing at me
Anyhow, they ain't got the heart to get at me