Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they? Yes, they are That Beyoncé Virgo shit In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand But in practice, well, some may feel confined I swear for God is 'bout to hit it Jeeze, oh, ah Woop Right Right, ah, oh
I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, damn it, damn it And I'm still on your head, cornrows, damn it, damn it They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin When they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin' All of the snitchin', and all of this bitchin'
Just a fishin' expedition, dumb admission In the kitchen cookin' up them chickens Extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti No sauce, no sauce, ugh Too soft, too soft, ugh They salty, they shootin', like Curry One hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova
Thought it was sweet when they was walkin' In the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes Now we on a mission, tried to turn me to the opposition I'm appalled 'bout the proposition Y'all been played by the plagiaristic Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for
I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang (They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart) I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) Come get everythin' you came for
Ayy, howl to the moon (howl to the moon) Howl to the moon Outlaws with me, they gon' shoot Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules) We gon' ride for every member that we lose Someone here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who Play it cool Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth
