Final Message Lyrics

Damn BanxX, how you do that?

I can't get you off of my mind

I think about you all the time

I think about you all the time

Now look, I just linked up with Banks to make a track

I just outran these niggas a couple laps

They said I wasn't lyrical, who the fuck told you that

Little nigga probably faded while I'm charting cross the map

I be tired of the talk, so I go take a nap

Say you gonna catch who?, nigga must be sniffing crack

Stack blocks on his head like if this shit was Tetris

Fuck the percentage, I'ma name this final message

You got the juice, nigga, I got the sauce

You think you that nigga, I can fuck your bitch raw

Leave you on the floor crying, why'd you do it, nah

RIP that pussy, man, I'm sorry for your loss

Back on my bully shit, fuck who feel a way

Been letting all the haters talk about me certain ways

Pussy niggas must've thought that I was easy prey

Put your ass in a museum, that's a beautiful display

Balling on these pussies, need to get the fuck up off me

I got that three-point shot, but I'ma dunk it like I'm Kobe

Shit blows through the rim, shit sounding like a Glock

Rather not keep talking and a couple bodies drop

Remember back in them days, I could never spit like this

I was too busy with shorties tryna lick my dick

But GTFO came back on some serious shit

Now niggas quiet as a mouse, they ain't expect this shit

It's all funny too, cuz this the pre-game warm-up

Bring your ho around me and her pussy get torn up

Back in them days, I used to rap about fucking niggas bitches

And getting to the riches,

Damn, I think this might be a early Christmas

Nigga, I'm the santa and my niggas keep the smithin

Bring a couple elves and they'll leave a nigga limping

Don't be next on line on the GTFO hit list

And this ain't no diss record, I'm just speaking facts

I could really do a lot of niggas bad

But I play it cool, I just be relaxed

But what you not gonna do is play like a nigga wack

Back on my bully shit, fuck who feel a way

Been letting all the haters talk about me certain ways

Pussy niggas must've thought that I was easy prey

Put your ass in a museum, that's a beautiful display

And if you feel a way, you could address me

Talking all that behind the phone screen, niggas pussy

Keyboard warriors, you niggas be lames

I could put your head up on a wall, picture frame

I know I'm that nigga that should coursing through my veins

I am not normal, not something you can tame

You don't know how I felt getting through this pain

Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim

Remember back in them days, I could never spit like this

Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim

Now niggas quiet as a mouse, they expect this shit

Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim

Sadly this that title, you pussies cannot claim