Standoff

Crawling from the standoff, I can't stand ya'll

Pull up with the hammer, all your homies ran off

When I smoke y'all I'm just taking spans off

Tied a rope cause you shot my hand off, that's trust

You ain't one of us, about five of y'all ain't running up

About three of y'all don't have the guts to spill your flaws

On the floor, now my squads cleans it up

Use your blood for my brush, paint a warning out to the mutts

Let off three more when you said my vision had the weight of traumatized nuns

I'll show you how to cross niggas, blow you death kisses from above, don't give them back

Your breath kicking like a math sub

To the friends I show mad love (What about the clones?)