Equipped

You're similar to a bitch

You finish when I'm equipped

Step back, pat, pat, now you lyin' in a ditch

Sweet dreams as I proceed to get this shit

I got drugs up in my blood and a weapon up on my hip

Hip, hip, hooray, hollow point parade

A calico with a knife, put an end to yo charade

Right click the date, hover up on save

On second thought I delete ya, then V12 away

Your name is erased, brain gets replaced with maggots

I'll make sure that your grave is defaced

Your style is deep fake, you took it and ran with it

Think that you can face me, but you can't even stand with me

Get it how you get it, but don't look to me

I don't want nothin' to do with you (no, no)

Get it how you get it, but don't look to mе (yeah)

I don't want nothin' to do with you (no, no, no)

From the 517 to the 810, I got ya

Rеsuscitate the game, call me the doctor

It's the MC rocker, microphone abuser

Class is in session, baby, and I am you tutor

I put two in your melon, I put one in your neck, bitch

All my brothers rockin' skulls, baby, thanks for the necklace

Bones know to kill the crowd like there ain't nothin' to it

You always talk 'bout what you gonna do, well bitch, I do it