John Wall

Nigga stop and wait a minute/

My pockets are so infinite/

3 shots in your head is what I implement/

Piss yourself when i rhyme, thats a incident/

I stay on fire thats a filament/

Break your leg in half, Kevin Ware, ligament/

All my cars foreign, call them immigrants/

Weeding bitch niggas out, im so vigilant/

Niggas cannot compare to me, there is no equivalent/

Got you stuck in a rough predicament/

Little shots in your chest, this is a belittlement/

My lines are atomic bombs, and the bombardment won't stop/

Picking niggas off like they was crops/

5 shots i pop, inside niggas tops, and I leave blood spots/

Ended your life, rapped you up and im done, better call the cops