t h a n k y o u Lyrics

For all intensive purposes

I Really merc shit, swerving

Nickname Murky

Rap name Arsnc

Latin Name David

Still spittin tar pits

Asphalt, stump out, Blackout phases

All black G-Fazos, I catch fades with

All your toys just Legos or sex Shop kits

I'm really only into Pesos, I keep a hard dick

For all transactions, you know I'm so retarded, sorry

I don't See niggas rap just see movin targets

Deposits don't mean shit unless it's enlarging

I'm largely just overflow lava

With overgrown condoms

Snug fit posture, it's upright, I Got this

I lock down, a virus

I'm pounds of narcotics

My value, my shit more than Diamonds

And I'm just thinking out loud, don't think I'm really rhyming

Tryna kill niggas words and still hit the right timing

I'm divine and Intervening on your topic

Jack beats and start conflict

Hit a lick, I'll take a stain and make a profit

Give a fuck if It's a dollar

Sick of niggas actin' like they know me

It's the ones that talk the most

That be the most fucking phony

I'm not for the drama, but a Flood nigga in the moment

Just a few seconds, hit the

Deck and run me all the Money

Dragonfly Jones

Blood Stones and some crip poses

Composed in this posture, and kidnapped the goalie

My Scores is unholy, but who is gone hold me

So nah, I won't hold you

I reenact moses, splitting shit In half

No these bullets no trojan, horse they you Missile

Coursed at your mental,

rape instrumentals, Hog

tie your kinfolk

Knock out Your dentals, nut in your Dentures, I'm in the wrong business

Listen, I've been violent for a Minute, tryna find a way to Vent it, while the air is Unscented

I'm so done with these niggas, Havin' fun with these niggas, Was a privilege for them

I'm the father of Sam, so my Sons get permission

Said I'm Done with these niggas, havin' Fun

With these niggas was a Privilege for them

I'm the Father of Sam, so my sons get Permission

Nigga

Fucking sons get permission

Nigga my sons get permission