Ribs

Have to go and sever whoever gets to second guessin'

squad of fuckin' wolves, Double cross and we'll start finessin'

Send you straight to heaven, Fuck around and leave you breathless

I ain't playin' with no pussies, I'll choke you with yo neckless

Not worried bout a case, Fuck the judge, Fuck the jury

Columbine freak, shootin' better than Steph Curry

If you hear my voice behind ya, You better run and hurry

Send them bullets right thru ya, Turn you into a McFlurry

Got my loud pack right here, Runnin' this shit next year

Talkin' about a light year, I'm something you might fear

But this the fuckin' present, show me what you represent

I'm not heaven sent, you can tell I got the hell scent

Don't do something you might regret, I'm heavy set

I'll blow yo heart out yo fuckin' neck, Rid you like a pest

 

Drop yo body in the back, Lay you flat on the mat

Got my gat in my left, Got my Uzi on the rack

My team stay stacked, We stay loaded that's a fact

We runnin' this fuckin' shit like we on the damn track

Leave you laying on the curb if you talkin' smack

Master Matt, I'll catch you behind the school, bitch how's that