Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer

(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)

(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah

(Time to go back to speak that lingo)

I′m back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)

Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)

Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)

Blocka-block-block-block, blah

Semi-auto with the scope (scope)

I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)

I′m back in this b- with the phonk (what?)

Scrim back in this b-, better know

I'm back and I'm hatin′ and plottin′ (huh?)

Back and I'm scopin′ with robbers (yeah)

Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin′)

Come hard when you step in my yard

Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)

Off of a couple them bars (huh?)

Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)

Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)

Talkin′ a lot of that guala (guala)

From the eses to the shottas

Lil Wetto with yoppas

Get my p-s straight from the doctor

Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)

Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)

50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)

Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)

OD slowly

OD slowly, OD slowly

OD slowly, OD slowly

OD slowly, OD slowly

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)

Stop telling me what to think, to think

Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think

(Assumptions always being that)

Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)

I have become what I hate

Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away

Too bad that it ain't a race

Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place

Always in bad shape, blunt to the face

I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste

What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed

Yung Plague got nothing to hide

Now, I′ve never been one for pickin′ sides

But I choose $uicide

Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world

I reject all the people inside (fuck ′em)

They can run, they can hide

They can swim, they can fly

But I'll hunt ′em day and night

For the rest of my life just to watch them die

Then shed tears like a crocodile

All the while my chopper smile

Wipe the bullets, that's not my style

Belly full of lead and stomach bile

You thought your life would be worthwhile

Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)

First came school, then you got a job

Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle

Safe neighborhood for the domicile

Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)

Don′t touch that f-ing dial (ayy)

Let's see what's on TV

World War III in a couple hours (ayy)

But at least, the house is clean (ayy)

Bodies will be piled for miles and miles

But the maid service was free, uh