Lyrics

[Chorus] Almost a mile away I know you see my face Almost at destination Uh uh, uh uh Almost a mile away I know you see my face Almost at destination Where is the time I'm facing 'Cause I know I'm all on your radar That's a tin fall on your radar Imma start up, like a chainsaw Imma break laws, on your radar [Verse 1] Yeah, so let's get it started Say you caught me speedin' I was in a target Stand my ground, now I'm stompin' on it Make a million, marching Got a carcus wrapped inside a carpet in a trunk departing Yeah, pardon [?] I should be rewarded with a golden chainsaw I been in and out of state lines so much I don't follow state law Glove box got an eight ball My palm wear napalm and the crime scene got the tape on Get on speed dial with Statе Farm Then I sent a text likе hey mom I'm him That guy, the one that you afraid of a lot Through the war like a juggernaut [?] the whip and I flood the lot Worry 'bout getting shot 'cause the only thing I got to worry 'bout my girl Goin' give me a hug or not Tellin' me if I'm a thug or not Question mark, question mark, question mark, emoji They pull me over for drivin' too handsome if you know me I chainsaw my handcuffs off, listen closely Ridin' with a chainsaw in the passenger jabroni Yo pop the trunk real quick, I gotta go get somethin' [Verse 2] Doin' a lot, brewin' a pot This don't got nothin' to do with the cops I have my shoe in and go in a knot I'd rather not, I'm on the block Pedal away, she love me not Bitin' my style, corner the cop Throw in the towel Never survive, where is the plot I'm on the job, hittin' the road Give 'em the show, me and the bros Breakin' the code, kick in the door Hit and reload, givin' a mole I'm in the mode On the Patron we never fold Medical roll when I explode Send in the drone, leave me alone Know I'm on parole nigga I'm doin' the most, feel like I'm back on the road Don't gotta tell me I'm dope, I already know Feel like a kick in the throat They wanna call me the goat Its sold out approach [?] don't take the butt for a joke I'm killin' the toast I be him takin' it off Tell me you don't want the smoke I came off with a brainwash Now I'm famous and I'm paid off Claymores and I pray more through the rainfall and you stay lost Tracer for the crayon, goin' awol Nigga flay more, take your face off with a [?] Cut it way off with a chainsaw