DOWN6 - SNAPPED!

(Verse 1: DOWN6)
There ain't no more talkin, i kill it, like hit mans
I pull up with choppas, they stacked in the minivan
Flow is so hot, i dont need me a frying pan
Carefully scoping, they call me a business man
I been up, walking and drippin like beakers
Yo bitch hella round, she be lookin like peter
It's six on the beat, you gon need you a heater
I slip out kitty, like it was some vaseline
Son of a god, with the unique ability
Some never stop, i been killin since infancy
Murder the game and not giving my sympathy
So much with killing, they calling me tiffany
Ayе, you can never keep me tamеd
I got tracks and racks for fucking days
Im crunching rappers like it was some lays
You ain't ready for the motherfuckin wrath and rain

(Verse 2: Orion)
They say that i'm disrespectful bitch pull up fuck the computer
Ima rob a 90 year old make her live inside the sewer
Riding with my dogs but all the opps the ones that getting neutered
We gon run up turn his fucking body to a chicken skewer
Get into buisness i get into bitcoin
Pull up with choppas they makin a big noise
Bitches want beef just like it was a sirloin
Ar with the stock like the market the gmc
Ain't no decivin me, thievery, bitch im to picky
So there is no pleasing me
Literal visionary with the scenery
You get deflated if you want the beef with me

(Verse 3: *DOWN6* and Orion)
*turning everybody in a motherfuckin blood stain*
Air it out now hit em like it was some bug spray
*fully automatic, imma pull up on a sunday*
They tried to run away but i got em they were not safe
*like gotenks, imma hit em with a fusion*
Spin it one time leave the opp block clueless
*fly like a dove, hit the mic and imma abuse it*
Just like a mechanic hit em with a new tool bitch

Invest it and flip it the numbers the digits
I used to be dreaming ambitions were mythical
Wanted the status had to be a criminal
Now i be turning the coins into physical
Currency, fuck up a register dash and then
Split it deposit it nervously
I send the shots you can look at the curvature
Confident bars how i spit it assertively

(Verse 4: DOWN6)
They say that i been getting cocky
Bitch you probably fucking right
I could fuck yo sister on ya bed on any friday night
Take some fuckin hits, while im in church
They call me satan, why?
Im burning my surroundings
Make these sinners fuckin burned and fried

(Hook: DOWN6)
There ain't no more talkin, i kill it, like hit mans/
I pull up with choppas, they stacked in the minivan/
Flow is so hot, i dont need me a frying pan/
Carefully scoping, they call me a businessman/

I been up, walking and drippin like beakers/
Yo bitch hella round, she be lookin like peter/
It's six on the beat, you gon need you a heater/
I slip out kitty, like it was some vaseline/