[Verse 1]
I approach with a smile so I can throw you off
Live it when I write these lyrics I'm finna show you all
Making bomb threats stay close to all your local malls
Slick mouthpiece can make your girlfriend open jaws
Tell me why they capping they can't distort the truth
Check the scoreboard the numbers prove that you always lose
Yeah I'm back with another one this shit is overdue
I'm about to headline a show it's called the local news
Writing with this hand till it hurt
I turn your homie to an amber alert
I'm about to fuck with and I don't give a fuck
I keep thinking through the damage is done
You keep spitting y'all niggas don't amount to me none
I been past you I think I'll be right back for ya
Throwing really suiting me well like high fashion
And I'm still high so tell a pilot I passed him
Pass a flashbang inside of they boring classroom
(Flashbang)
Ah yo what the fuck
You niggas playing too much bro what the fuck
Shit
[Verse 2]
Nigga I'ma say what I want
The last thing that you want
Is Juvon to say your name on a song
Simon says you should blow your fucking brains to your skull
First shot great job like an ace in the hole
My first album is made for entertaining the cult
In post is the goat and put an end to your post
I should sit like The Pope or put a pen in your throat
Spit the gas they can't handle make the engine explode
Or implode ten toes down like ten folds
I won't fold but I as for y'all your clean clothes
I need those wearing you out like knee clothes
A unique flow walking inside the house and peep though
Darkside
200- fucking -8
Nigga
Bitch