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Rustage

I got i got i got i got

I got killer crowns I got smackdowns plenty

Kill the track how i knock out deadbeats

Business man i drink red that's Cherry

Matjani goons how these frauds gonna test me

Huh? Man in a suit they gon' move when the crew pulls up

In a brand new Bentley

Huh? Sick of this dude acting rude got my boots in their face

They gon' beg to be set free

Winning big like a sweepstake

Kill 'em quick that's a briefcase

Finished him in a freeze frame

They be two faced like a deep fake

Ain't no debatе they get broken drеams

I got green days call the doctor in if you feel faint

Tally votes up they got no luck

Up there own arse like a bidet

Two rounds coming like my spectacles unethical

Send dots like its decimals detestable

The fit is exceptional respectable

Don't mess with professionals

I'll be raking votes like collectables

Angry get 'em out like a technical

I be sick of these fake intellectuals

Your bars s**t if you just gon forget them all

Ham Sandwich

Thunderclap run it back one attack and he's finished

Thunder crash hunter class want to clash he get lifted

Sudden dash run his cash if you blink you might miss it

Cut his cap while he nap shout out Kreuger no Biscuit

Looking for a killer call it kamikaze if you find me in the field

I'm just tryna keep it real if i only cut you i cut you a deal

Family chopper i send the birds at him

Word to Tsubone, canary the rounds that i carry could body a fairy

I walk with that Tommy if he acting Jerry, look

He gone go head go for Gon's head then we gone shed blood

Give me the go ahead and imma throw the set down boy you messed up

Damn, body the lobby the second time around i'm getting the test done

They know i'm a problem i already solved 'em

Now i'm a rhetorical question

Aerial Ace

8 leg f*cks who the f*ck did you fake out

Come on Webster see what my name bout

My impulse in the mood for a takeout I'm finna feed of a stakeout

You finna know the extent of my index

Cards pulled when i read, no index

I'm a problem that ignores all Pemdas

Hand game like a chain gang when yo pinned set

Working motherfuckers work 'em till their f*****g judgement day

When this chain douse you gon' find an out

You living life is not one today

If yo Zodiac tell you i'm a rat

Then i guess the metal got a lot to say

Make 'em lean back as i rock away

Then i lean back hit the Baka face

Where i'm seen at see a brother

Brother never seen another make us duck and cover

Drop 'em from the logo like its Hunter Hunter

Hunna motherfuckers end up in the gutter

Till we paid, i'm linked in

This red sight on me like Wanda i peek at your brain

Watchu thinking?

On they Ant man s**t they numbers is shrinking

Breeton Boi

Watch on my wrist like gone

Dropping these hints like gone

Said they want beef with the kid

But when it comes to the action

Then guess what? Gone!

Too afraid to come face to face

You make mistakes with me you'll get laid to waste

You best vacate the scene cause i hate to say

That if you placed against me you won't leave complacent

That's a heavy statement and i back it up

Cause i'm a freak of nature and i've had enough

Everything till now has been a practice run

And right when duty calls i tend to pack a punch

If you need a task done guess who they asking?

They done passed me the beat and i enhanced it

It gets tragic for opps tryna get static

Cause i'm rolling with Killua and he the best at it

Peep my demeanour now cause i ain't playing games when i go shoot

Rock, paper, scissors to your whole crew

Tryna step to me would be a bold move

I would never pit you against me

Y'all are some ants, insignificant beings

Don't care 'bout your status it's nothing to me

If you crossing my path imma leave you deceased

Sheeesh

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