Airsoft

Don't try your luck, this isn't airsoft
It's not just
A threat
Dude, you're soft
Dude, you're just
My buddies like about ten, look

If it's with ten, look
Almost ten, look
Actually ten, look
Killers, like ten deaths
Kilos, like ten lots
In the sights of millions
Like a jackpot

Hey
If I call you, it's not a prank
I arrive like about ten, look
Unload ten Glocks
On my screen, ten taps
When she gave me the hints
That she saw me on Insta

And the moment she saw, gave two hints
I'll take care of this dog
Like a pet shop
Grind on me like a lap dance
Opens up like a laptop

Love thug love, bro
Thank you, hip hop
My jobs are 10/10
Fuck your nines
This one left you in shock
Fuck your guys
And fuck your money
That your dad gave you, boy

Nice watch
Now it's mine, boy
Nice shoes
Now it's mine, boy
Nice chain
Now it's mine, boy
I'm not even handsome
But they call me my boy

Nice watch
Now it's mine, boy
Nice shoes
Now it's mine, boy
Nice chain
Now it's mine, boy
I'm not even handsome
But they call me my boy

Why worry about where I come from, nigga
Why occupy the little time I have, nigga
Why blame the talent I have, nigga
Your mind doesn't even understand drawings, nigga
Why worry about where I come from, nigga
Why not worry about where I can go
Better worry, because I can go
What makes you think you can call me to fight?

Only with a closed mind
Fuck a shot, it can open it
I don't even speak, nigga
I let my gun speak
I do trap, nigga
Niggas set traps

I pass by, niggas cross their fingers when the gun shines
I spend days almost like I'm on an island
Death has taken so many brothers that it's almost family
I treat art almost like a daughter
But I do it so that there are notes left and leagues missing

Money, power, and glory
Money Over Bitches is my mantra now
Praise in tribulation
And even heaven opens with the power of prayer
And the spirit comes at the right time
I sing in this plane
And my grandfather hears in glory
I'm even hearing my mother singing the hymn now
If you're listening, I'm crying now
For the buddies listening, this is the victory hymn

Hallelujah, hallelujah
I feel so high
I think I'm going to touch the moon
I'm a street dog
And if you mess with my family
I swear I won't forgive even your dog

Hallelujah
My tongue professes
The holy name of the Lord while I clean the piece
Maybe in another life I'll pay for everything I did in this one
But I eat
Hallelujah, hallelujah