One Twenty-Six (feat. VCR James)

Shawty told me she gon swoop me in a stick shift
I told her bet you can miss me with that Lyft shit
She a freak you can see it when she shift shit
She using the same hand when she grip it
On the come up put the TAC in your interest
Some rockstars when I band with my misfits
Been in school for a bachelors in business
But still hella people say while damn doin this shit
Damn keep your lips gripped
Come here lil baby put that ass in position
Im tryna see 30 bands in my vision
Im gonna hop out a stance then a lifted
Reaper in my city you get slashed by the rip stick
Pack up the bitch shit
Passed from the back im a jaguar in this bitch
Laugh at you has-beens who haven’t have been shit
Slap on a track like the ass on a thick bitch
Stack up the racks making cash from the business
Hat turned back like im Ash when he pitches
Dash like the flash put the keys in ignition
You prance in the high beams then damn I done hit shit
Hit the rendezvous
And i’m pulling up deep like a Tonka do
And it’s fuck all who hated and laughed at my name don’t you ask for me don’t wanna talk to you
Lil bitch
I keep my distance away
That’s the decision I’ve made
Don’t understand why people sit within positions to hate
I drop the funds up on me center of attention I be
I’m tryna up hold my peace
No I can’t trust nobody
Camera lights action VCR a star seen the past present and future I think this shit is magic
Living on Saturn out of this world on my extraterrestrial I shake the planet like Atlas
Niggas ain’t savage I’ve been through the fire looked the devil in his eyes came out same fabric
Copped new fashion Versace on my body now your thotty trynna top me imma maker her do a back flip
Reminisce the past tense me and my mother was in the shelter I was praying but it seem like God was absent
Had to find a passion used to be a drummer boy then I put the pen to the paper and started snapping
Fuck all that cappin I’m really from the struggle had to hustle to the storm really make that shit happen
Chop automatic step like the angel of death we coming for necks might catch you in traffic
Super Saiyan flows you can’t fuck with the energy told’em stay out the vicinity
Slaughter my foes fuck my enemies
Bitch I spit venom like centipede
Push your top back John F. Kennedy
I know they feeling this remedy
This ain’t a dream or Epiphany we some walking legends leaving history
Dom
I keep my distance away
That’s the decision I’ve made
Don’t understand why people sit within positions to hate
I drop the funds up on me center of attention I be
I’m tryna up hold my peace
No I can’t trust nobody