Rickie Fowler

(álbum: Bloodshells Revenge - 2018)

Sensei on the beat, he say chop it up
So I'ma hit it with karate, kick it like I'm Chong
You know my name ranging bells, something like a gong
I was out here raising hell, something like the Sun
We beefing and I [?], jit you something like my son
My niggas, they won't switch it up, I swear they my day ones
Even if I make it, jit I'm still wearing 1s
I'm a champion in the end, so if I lose then I won
Gotta make it for my niggas, get 'em out or get 'em gunned
Everybody can't come, cause y'all wasn't with me on the run
Ducking blue and red, but bitch we hitting dusk to dawn
I'm snapping on the beat, but I'm just rapping having fun
They say jit, get your business right, cause I swear you the one
Not number 2, cause jit you can't compare to none
All my niggas strapped, you know they love loaded guns
Rickie Fowler with that stick, a hole in one
Get your business right, cause I swear you the one
Not number 2, cause jit you can't compare to none
My niggas strapped, you know they love loaded guns
Rickie Fowler with that stick, a hole in one
I had to do it, now I'm balling, above the rim
They say I'm fluent, [?] we open ears
Like his barber had to rearrange his tempt
Face shots, this ain't no 3D these bitches real
No foreal, we in the streets like no foreal
He double K, cause I swear all he know is kill
Say fuck them cleats, I'm in the field with my steel
K clip like a banana, bitch get peeled

Double K that's how I live
Double K this shit foreal
Double K cause I'm gone kill
Double K, murder murder, kill kill
Murder murder, kill kill
And I be toting, slanging steel
Murder murder, kill kill
And I be running with the steel
All I know is kill kill