PARAMEDIC! (BlackJack 2.0) Lyrics

Aye (Rockstar-Rockstar)

(Gang-Gang, Rockstar-Rockstar)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?

Finatic (Rockstar-Rockstar, Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it)

Im So Slimee (Rockstar-Rockstar, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?")

Uh, niggas ain't feelin' my songs, but, i'ma go hard on this one

Yea, i'm throwin' bars on this one

Leapfrog, jump out the car with this one

Like, you'll get hit with this one

Up from the hip, tryna blick with this one

I'ma have niggas pissed with this one

Everybody know, i'ma shit on this one

Grrahh, Five-five-six, they do that (Grrahh)

Ridin' the wave, shots fuck up a durag (The fuck?)

The body, above? We shoot at (Uh-uh)

He got a gun, he not gon' shoot that (Nah-nah)

Grrahh, shoot upfront, I don't shoot back

Smoke lil bro', i'ma give him a 2-tap (Grrahh-grrahh)

I'ma pop out the cut like who that? (Who that?)

Rob me a nigga, now, he can't get his shoes back (The fuck?)

Why lil bro' outside walkin'? (Why?)

He better stay in his place

And, he better pick up the pace (Uh-uh)

He move slow, get shot in his face (Grrahh-grrahh)

And, you know I stay out the way

Let a nigga try to get in my way (The fuck?)

I'ma send his ass on his way (Grrah)

Plus, he won't make it home, i'll take him away (Grrahh, Grrahh-Grrahh)

Grrahh (Grrahh)

I'm the sickest, better ask the 'Medic (Medic)

I'll injure a nigga and send him to the paramedics (Uh-uh)

Get the green like some relish (Relish)

Fantasizin', 'bout the money, think I got a fetish

Take his whole head, lettuce (Lettuce)

I'll make that nigga Break-Fast like BreakFast, uh (Uh)

My glock ain't Little Caesars, I keep that bitch Hot & Ready (Ready)

Said, "it was up, so, shit goin' down"

I throw shots, he better get down (Grrahh-Grrahh)

And, lil bro' better stand his ground

He want beef, put him in the ground (Uhh-uh)

And, if lil bro' come around (Uh-uhh)

I ain't throwin a round, i'm throwin' some rounds (Uhh-uh)

Turnover niggas, that come outta' bounds (Uh-uhh)

And, lil bro' bound to take off his crown (Uhh-uh)

Call it "a victory", I won (I won)

And, you know how I do, I'll leave you done (The fuck?)

Ain't no playin' around, you playin' with me, then, i'm stoppin' the fun (The fuck?)

Like, like, fuck, is he dumb? (Like, fuck, is he dumb?)

He wanna fight? He ain't takin' this punch (Uh-uh)

He on the food chain? Eat him for lunch (The fuck?)

That nigga chips, he gettin' crunched (Grrahh-grrahh)

Uh, niggas ain't feelin' my songs, but, i'ma go hard on this one

Yea, i'm throwin' bars on this one

Leapfrog, jump out the car with this one (Grrahh-grrahh)

Like, you'll get hit with this one

Up from the hip, tryna blick with this one

I'ma have niggas pissed with this one

Everybody know, i'ma shit on this one

Grrahh, Five-five-six, they do that (They do that)

Ridin' the wave, shots fuck up a durag (Grrahh-grrahh)

The body, above? We shoot at (Uh-uh)

He got a gun, he not gon' shoot that (Nah-nah)

Grrahh, shoot upfront, I don't shoot back

Smoke him, i'll give him a 2-tap (Rrahh-rrahh)

I'ma pop out the cut like who that?

Rob me a nigga, now, he can't get his shoes back (The fuck?)

Niggas is hatin', i'm bein' myself

Like, I don't give a fuck, oh, well (Oh, well)

He get in that chair, he gon' tell (The fuck?)

He a singer, like Miguel (He a bitch)

Talkin' like he big, but, he frail (Grrahh)

Send him a letter, put him in a box like mail (Grrahh-Grrahh)

He ain't get a pass, lil bro' fell—

On his face, grrahh (Grrahh)

Uh (Uh)

I be so high, I Neverland like Peter Pan (Peter Pan)

And, i'm spinnin' shit like a ceilin' fan (Ceilin' fan)

Gotta' keep a stick like i'm in a band (Like i'm in a band)

My shit up and bitch, i'm flexin', now, they think i'm the muscle man (Muscle man)

Lil bro' crocs better be in sports mode, cuz' i'm makin' him hustle, man (Hustle, man)

I'm the sickest, better ask the 'Medic

I'll injure a nigga and send him to the paramedics (Grrahh-grrahh)

Get the green like some relish

Fantasizin', 'bout the money, think I got a fetish

Take his whole head, lettuce (Lettuce)

I'll make that nigga Break-Fast like BreakFast, uh (Uh)

My glock ain't Little Caesars, I keep that bitch Hot & Ready (Hot & Ready)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Uh, uh)

Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?"