Unprofessional Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Ugh, okay, okay, ugh [Verse 1] This that automatic kill shit This that fuck a hook, this that real shit And I'm tired of bitch niggas with these gang tats How you 'posed to be a loc and got your chain snatched, ugh But I won't say no names tho This that million dollar chain flow This that 20 round gauge flow This that kill who you came for And dead the rest too, cause they gon talk about it Cuz niggas work they mouth more than orthodontists This that heavy hitter with the stupid squabble This that classic, Ray Allen, SuperSonics This that super saiyan, and the hyperbolic This that American Sniper with the camo rifle Word to Nastradamus, I'm the streets disciple I won't tell them nada, right hand on the Bible This that Joe Jackson Jackson Five recital We gon make it happen, I put that on my vitals E'rybody snitchin', so I don't do alliance Fifth with two clips, insurance by survival This that homicidal drunk drivin' street tyrant This gon' change the game, Remember the Titans This that Bin Laden politicin' with Obama After 9/11, villas in the Bahamas Picture that with some binoculars This that all night dope house, Lake Minnetonka Belt Ferragamo, try me and Fanté This that bar popping animal, gram sniffing monster Monster of that double entendre This that Hell's Kitchen entrée , we eat buttered lobsters This that nigga keep your watch tucked This that Mr. Chow's chopsticks, China white, not cut This that early morning boxed up This that single man cell livin', starving till his box touch This that henny with the red guts This that rémy till I'm dead drunk, straight lace [?] cut This that killa gang face huh? Buck fifty leave ya face fucked, bleedin' till the jakes come This that pig skin laced up That mean everybody catchin' bullets, double clip taped up This that nigga get ya cake up This that Training Day Mossberg, kill 'em and split the cake up What, kill em [Intermission] Let it run Ugh Run it back Okay, okay, ugh [Verse 2] Excuse the intermission slash dope break This that double back after the yellow tape This that old dude bangin' at the King parade This that bucket of acid after they raid No evidence, ain't nobody sayin' shit so all they got is he say she say, irrelevant This that demon in the church, that's the reverend I'm hell bound, but I'm heaven sent, ugh Holy water's what I sip, so all these bloodsuckers watch em burn while i spit, ugh This that fuck ya politics, this that unprofessional shit Everybody get hit, kill em