S2K Cypher ft. 8RO8, Tayhun, Youngmin, Danté View & Devin Cheff Lyrics

I can't give you mercy cause I'm always staying ruthless

Looking for your bitch I'm giving pipe inside a Ruth Chris

Who's this snuck inside the game like a toothpick

Useless, begging for a feature you a nuisance

Hold up, hold up, cause I'm always on grind

When I'm done with music breaking her spine

I can't settle for a single choice so I just line these hoes up and say one at a time

Alphabetical order

Your time's up better grab some quarters

Won't swipe up cause your ass a hoarder

Cause you know, all your music is trash

Aye kilt, I just split

Watch how I slide on the beat like the ski on a hill

Aim for the head that's a guarantee kill

Don't talk to me till your tracks reach a mill

Like whoa, shit

The way shoot to kill these bitches think I'm ruthless

I ain't fucking with that sweet shit get some fruit bitch

I made that bitch just hiccup on my dick she toothless

You bitches useless, but nah

Speed is just speed if it ain't got no substance

I got some bad habits they call it abundance

They told me that pussy is out of my budget

So counting my pockets is counter-productive, shit bussin'

I think these bitches gon' love it

I'm ducking the shade that they throwing, they rubbing the paint

YBN talking bout on the soul train, but nah homie that shit disgusting

Day to day I been a star player you a bench warmer

Hit 'em with the steady pressure I been stepping stepping on 'em in these air forces

I told the world to eat a dick

Never ever seen 'em care for us I don't fuck with the pack

I don't reminisce on the past if I were to do that

I would rain on the racists with gats

Trauma all up my body I'm tweaking I numb all the pain with the acid

Foot on the gas till I catch 'em I'm lighting the blunt

Then I'm lighting them up, yea I smoke 'em and ash it

I don't give a fuck, bitch done ran outa luck

One shot to the head, you ain't getting back up

Like fuck you bitch, oh you wanna act tough

No one punch man Imma beat his ass up

Uh, I just spent forty-eight hours shooting a film

Switch up my motives now shooting to kill

And I got no mercy I'm making no deals anymore

Gon' be homicide just for the thrill

Yea I make it pop, I started from zero now Imma go make me a mill

I'm never gon' stop, I can't die a hero so Imma go make me a villain

Okay, everybody better put your hands up, take no ransom

Man I'm rolling like a Phantom, looking handsome

Said she wanted to get some, throw a tantrum

I just gotta shoot, bank 'em, that's an and one

Cause all of these wannabes foul

So I need to go and shoot them up, 'bout to go wild

Wow I feel like a prodigal child

Sorry, mom, I'm not gonna come back home for a while

Got the motherfucking game in a chokehold

I be smoking that gas by the boatload

Best sit your ass down when you dealing with grown folks

Hard to give props to these bozos, knowing they won't blow

Make it rain on 'em like the weather in the forty-four

Put a shell in 'em like the gas station logo

Lil' bitch, even when you reaching new heights you'll be looking up to me

So everything you say is a low blow

Guess that's why they on my olos, whenever sparks fly, I be like butane

Mainly active at night like I'm Bruce Wayne

Hit the dealership cop me a new thing

I be posted in the cut like a band-aid

Asking where I got these garments I can't say

Nah, Nah, serve up any motherfucker on a platter don't believe me

Refer to my last name

"Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, bring the fucking beat back man"

"Let me spit some"

Uh uh

Shoot to kill but you hitting body shots huh

Lookin shook, bet you really really soft huh

Swear you 'bout it but you ain't really none huh

Shoot to kill but you hitting body shots huh

Homie better quit the set trip, buss inside his bitch like a hollow tip

And it ain't too good for you when I'm big Timin, ain't that a bitch

Ball hoggin like Kobe, I don't ever miss, I don't ever do assists

On the drive trip double couple fouls when I'm in the paint drip the wrists

Lil' shit talking big when he ain't never did a flip never hit a lick

Shoot to kill but you hitting body shots you a rookie you a counterfeit

Pockets heavy belly full trigger happy, homie you should get the gist

Body clad with carti neck a chameleon jugging a bag like a pharmacist

Hit your bitch, ain't that a bitch

I don't rap, I just do this shit

Stack a grip ain't that a bitch

Like Gorilla grip ain't that a bitch

I got brothers I don't do no cliques

Rest of y'all ain't that a bitch

Rest of y'all ain't made for this

Rest of y'all been on that