Pitfall - professionals
[Intro: Pitfall]
Thank God, I made it into the light
I think I'm safe in the light
You've got to get me out of here
(Z-Z-Zeroworld)
Feels good to be back
[Verse 1: Pitfall]
Feeling homicidal
Jacket hollow point inside the mag, it hit his vitals
And you don't need to know my fucking name, you know my titles
And all these other rappers, they below me like disciples
'Cause I'm a pill popper, showstopper
Mincemeat, we gon' turn him to a Whopper
Big shopper, bullets made of copper
Couple hundred yards, check the wind, don't need a spotter
Bitch steppin' in, I'm solo
How many shots to paint a picture? Well, I don't know
Well I'ma take as many shots as I need to
One round, it'll be your last, I guarantee you
You know who the fuck to call if you need professionals
Fifty racks, lil' bitch, that's a comma, not a decimal
And where the fuck the body? Burn it up like
pyrotechnical
Now we go turn it technical, I feel incredible
[Bridge: tropes]
I can't stand it, why are you in love?
I can't tell, won't somebody help?
Who are you?
[Verse 2: tropes]
I leave him sleeping with a blade
Yeah, I feel like stone, but this ain't no diamond brigade
I ain't fucking with him, I shoot his ass up like a bidet
I leave my doors unlocked, I don't need no barricade
Got a habit talking down, I think I'll put 'em in a grave
Think I'll put 'em in a grave, don't even know what to say
700k fuckers, you bitches won't stop calling brave
Think I might just start a rave, bitch, I think I'm doing great
Yeah, I can't even hear you 'cause, bitch, I'm living in a cave
What's it like being like that?
Bitch, did you even think when you typed that?
If you send that shit my way, I send it right back
And, bitch, I keep an AR and ain't no eyepatch
I put it all twice over, what am I supposed to do?
Yeah, I'm telling all the info, I put disclosure in you
Ain't a Christian, you don't listen
Thank God, I made it into the light
I think I'm safe in the light
You've got to get me out of here
(Z-Z-Zeroworld)
Feels good to be back
[Verse 1: Pitfall]
Feeling homicidal
Jacket hollow point inside the mag, it hit his vitals
And you don't need to know my fucking name, you know my titles
And all these other rappers, they below me like disciples
'Cause I'm a pill popper, showstopper
Mincemeat, we gon' turn him to a Whopper
Big shopper, bullets made of copper
Couple hundred yards, check the wind, don't need a spotter
Bitch steppin' in, I'm solo
How many shots to paint a picture? Well, I don't know
Well I'ma take as many shots as I need to
One round, it'll be your last, I guarantee you
You know who the fuck to call if you need professionals
Fifty racks, lil' bitch, that's a comma, not a decimal
And where the fuck the body? Burn it up like
pyrotechnical
Now we go turn it technical, I feel incredible
[Bridge: tropes]
I can't stand it, why are you in love?
I can't tell, won't somebody help?
Who are you?
[Verse 2: tropes]
I leave him sleeping with a blade
Yeah, I feel like stone, but this ain't no diamond brigade
I ain't fucking with him, I shoot his ass up like a bidet
I leave my doors unlocked, I don't need no barricade
Got a habit talking down, I think I'll put 'em in a grave
Think I'll put 'em in a grave, don't even know what to say
700k fuckers, you bitches won't stop calling brave
Think I might just start a rave, bitch, I think I'm doing great
Yeah, I can't even hear you 'cause, bitch, I'm living in a cave
What's it like being like that?
Bitch, did you even think when you typed that?
If you send that shit my way, I send it right back
And, bitch, I keep an AR and ain't no eyepatch
I put it all twice over, what am I supposed to do?
Yeah, I'm telling all the info, I put disclosure in you
Ain't a Christian, you don't listen
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