Say It Twice

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey yo, I'm sitting in a kitchen and I'm pitching my plans For anybody listening, what? You ain't listening, man? [?] fuck all the jewellery on their wrist or their hand 'Cause I ain't down for the glitz, bitch, I'm pissed at the glam But I can capture a moment like a flick of the cam High Planes Drifter with my dick in my hand Walking six feet of sand, I'm talking whiskey and grams I smile for your girl, that's why the world is missing me, man And imagine up in Heaven, Devil's wishing me dead Calling me evil, but this ain't no publicity scam All of the people saying that they wish that he'd scram And stop acting like a rebel with a fist in each hand Fuck it raw dog, giving me thе itchiest pants Go ahead and tell thе label I'm no risky advance Mr. Six-Figure when I mix liquor and I disfigure Anybody talking shit saying "Who is this wigga?" I mix drinks stiffer than Christopher Reeves And get deep throat, make a bitch hiccup Everybody put your hands up, this is a stick-up Thick in the club, who is sicker than us? [Hook] They call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice [Interlude] Order in the court I don't know why I fucking let you motherfuckers get to me, man Order in the court I don't fucking like any one of you motherfuckers, man Will the defendant please sit down You motherfuckers are crawling my eardrums Will the defendant please sit down I hate every one of you, every one of you [Verse 2] So tell me how in the world I could be shit on now There's no stopping me, you could put the kid on trial They heard me coming with the flavour, sick of bit-on styles So get on the bus, but bitch, you'd better sit on down I'm pitching fire at you, put your mitt on, pal [?] I'm lonelier than Saddam's cell Got a perch up in Heaven that I sit on well Rapper, fuck a movie, hock a loogie, spit on Hell Yeah, that's my steez homie, this ain't even nothing to me I don't even smoke crack, I'm just into puffing oolies I ain't gonna pull back with the DMS squad We can spare a couple but we leave the fucking rest scarred God bless God, I guess you never ever know If your shit is hitting hard like you Sadaharu Oh I could scare a scarecrow when I smoke a bag of 'dro Coming out the underground and I'm dragging you below It's a catastrophe, yo, his agony is broke Never lagging like the other ones who's dragging feet in snow And Germz hit me up with the banger beat I know It's like I'm on a corner pitching blow in six feet of snow I got my pitching game right, so get my name right This is a bad move, man, this is Slaine's night I maim mics, it's like they think I ain't right Slaine 9/11 plane, man, you on the same flight [Hook] They call me Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice Mr. Mr. Chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop Dump Rugers in a fucking river, fuck a cop cop Chitty chitty bang bang, I know how to play it right Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine, I ain't gotta say it twice