Pistols @ Midnight Lyrics

Pray, I am a god in this game

Do not approach me and try to touché

Please stop we ain't the same

Don't go against me just join the reign

Flames, only thing that I put out

You only real good at just running your mouth

Ouch, followed a trend for the cloud

Now you don't know what your shit is even about

Like, ouuuuu,

It's a duel, bring a pistol

You's a fool, got a missile

Better pray that I'm miss you

Like, ouuuuu,

It's a duel, bring a pistol

You's a fool, got a missile

Better pray that I'm miss you

I'll rip apart your organs

Put your liver into storage

Cause I need that shit I hoard it

Give you betes from an orange

Man you needy fuckers corny

For the clout you bitches whoring

You want glory make it gory

You so boring same old story

Tell these coppers that they'll never fucking take me alive

I when I said your shit was banging I was telling a lie

These fucking leaches and these vultures want a piece of the pie

But you cannot jack this style Hypocrite be too fly

Like, ouuuuu

It's a duel, bring a pistol

You's a fool, got a missile

Better pray that I'm miss you

Like, ouuuuu,

It's a duel, bring a pistol

You's a fool, got a missile

Better pray that I'm miss you

These pussy ass rappers really wanna ride my wave

When they begging for a beat I love to laugh in they face

I'm dispensary shit, you Rick and Morty cart, laced

Shit you made a fire song but the album a waste

We doing pistols at midnight

Got a missile for fistfight

Hurt a little bit, it might

I'm the goat get it right

Bitch, minimize slaps, I live what I rap

I'm getting this cash, I liquidate racks

I shit on these track, I'm hitting that gas

I'm livid, I'm mad, I'm wait wait

I'll take you to the woods with no cell phone, deadzone

Die in pain and vein till you hear the church bell tones

Cut your wrist and jugular the dirt is staining under ya

Stuff you in the trunk, let's take a trip I hope it's fun for ya

I don't mean to get specific, but the tension is terrific

Dump the pieces in pacific, I don't see the boat you missed it

And what made it official?

We met a twelve AM and you ain't brought a fucking pistol