The Final Blow

I got all these hoes and I don’t wanna get a wife I got all these bands and wrist is full of ice Call me Super Mario cause i’m about to cop a life When I take the AK out, I shoot it at your head twice Jumping on your head make it look like Bowser Y’all hate on me know my wrist wetter than your shower I stole your girl cause I bought her flowers Now she don’t wanna go back to a fucking coward You know I got all these bands Your girl super hot like a frying pan You don’t really wanna catch these hands Cause when I pull up, imma leave you in a trance Nah I ain’t over I am a miracle I am the god but its not spiritual Imma run it up even though I got no fuel Y’all tryna smoke and talk shit to look cool Raps starting fire, this ain’t a loss Your bitch wanna swallow my alfredo sauce I can’t even chill, that’s one of my flaws I make more money than your fucking boss I cannot say that I am not lyrical Y’all, pussies really be hypocritical I got the final blow making it critical I got these hundreds bouta drive the foreign tho Hop in a Mercedes looking like a movie My diamonds are so colorful they looking so fruity My bars so smooth, you can call it a smoothie I don’t do crimes but my bars start cruelty We playin games, calling it over I got the range on my range rover I ain’t lucky but I’m seeing them clovers Ice on my wrist got yo bitch then I showed her This ain’t gonna end well if I keep spittin These bars better knock your face out when it’s hittin Your girl want me to play with her kitten I get it all cozy with a mitten This is Lil Temp, I got the magic I got the strap, make you all vanish You think you can compete, nah that’s not happening Imma start all of this and it’s gonna be tragic