tommy gun

oh man, what are you doing? what are you doing man, call me a motherfucking loser, but know i don't give a fuck, tell zoella that this nigga fucks better than a lex steele dick flying in like a firetruck, i'ma care free nigga, pretty sure my money bigger, lemme show you better days wid a long dick nigga, now i've said my piece on the matter, i'm ready for chatter my aura getting badder and badder, but then still, there is not a single man i worship, nigga going in like schumacher on a circuit, knowledge in the verses anger in the curses, done with all the people thinking, they're a better person, clickbaitin' news, headlining for the pay check, so i'ma tell 'em fuck you, 'cause i'm done with all fallacies, why they always @ing me, i'ma kill em all, like i'm mickey and the mallory, yeah yeah yeah, bet you thought i was done nigga, i'ma blow you all away when i'm done nigga, gold diggers wanna play get fucked nigga, if you don't wanna fuck, don't come nigga, cause i'm tired of blue balls and dumb calls, don't give away my number you dumb cunt, i'm like battlefront, or maybe battlefield, either way i'm fucking up the cod cause i'm a better build, i'm like carl lewis winning doing track and field, win in any field, watch this nigga proceed, everyday everyday ondele on my way to snatch your day like overtime, superbowl 51, taking your number one, i hit like the mafia when shooting the tommy gun, this ain't a funny one, running like bolt when he hearing the tommy gun, know when i do this i'm aiming everyone,