Lyrics:

Bust in the trap with a lethal weapon  
With a 30 round choppa shootin like Stephen  
I been ballin on court so you best be threaten  
If I catch him lackin Ima teach him a lesson  
Putn one in his dome now he meet the reverend  
I been ridin with demons I feel the presence  
They be talkin too much they don’t get no blessings  
Put a bag on his head now I get the credit  
And I’m movin too quick they don’t know my methods  
Got a stick in the coat with a loaded message  
Let it bang on his block like a drum in sessions  
He get smoked like a blunt now he high in heaven  
Shorty tryna get close I don’t show affection  
I just slide on the beat with a cold obsession  
Got a mask on my face I don’t feel no pressure  
Tatted up with a curse and it bleed through texture  
I been locked in the lab with a soul infection  
Every line that I write got a dark direction  
I don’t talk to the opps I just send a mention  
Let it hit through his teeth like a dental check-in  
If I slide to his crib then it’s no protection  
Put the fire to his chest like a resurrection  
And I’m still with the smoke I’m born in sections  
Cut deep with the blade that’s a lethal weapon  
And I’m still off the pills I don’t feel depression  
Bro been geeked off the shit like a glitch in Tekken  
N he Said that he bang a false confession  
I be movin in silence no interception  
And the ghost in my head speak clear direction  
Say that he want a prayer a crucifixion  
All black with the stick that’s a true affliction  
bitch love how I move with no contradiction  
She call me "diablo" I fit the description

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