[Arn Anderson]
You pull up to a red light
A man jerks your door open, says
"Out of the car, I'm taking your car"
You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me"
You know what I do?
I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead
And spill his brains all over the concrete
You think you know me
Uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life
And I only rap out of spite
Loss is theme of my life
After the steam and the hype, dawg
This is my career, not a dice
Never take Ls to a light
Bitch, I am impervious to type
So young bucking at advice
New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Hahaha)
Uh, fit for a Joker, need a Harley
Don Callis never been a carney
And you know we showin' up for Darby
Me and Tina, bucking back at ike
You a diva make we gon drop the mic
New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Ah)
Uh, why would I show you my hand?
I put on a show on demand
I was on the show, who a fan?
These boys never made a profit
You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it
I see who y'all biggin, but it's gas
Grown man co-signed trash
Log off, go find bags
Two Glocks tucked in the bag
New switch, they gon' get attached
And they said we never gonna last
Deathloop, you ain't comin' byke
Them tweets cost you a life
You ain't had a hand in the hype
(Nah, man)
Uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life
And I only rap out of spite
Loss is a theme of my life
After the steam and the hype, dawg
[ Arn Anderson]
I'm Arn Anderson
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