Aerial Ace, Breeton Boi, Dedboii Kez - LAUNCH! lyrics

I bring the bag home like
My momma got some groceries
Gojo with infinity they never
Getting close to me
Who gone let the opps know they
Not where they 'posed to be?
I was tryna warn em but the Ruger
Talking over me they don't see the green
Like I was messing round with Chroma Key
They don't see the beam but they know
That I keep the chrome with me
Hit your favorite rappers up
Now all they do is mention mе
I'm just tryna get me more
Connеctions like extension leads
Who that kid tryna say he don't like me?
That boy just upset I found
Success off of type beats
Washing all my haters cause I'm
All about my hygiene walking in my crib
Wearing everything hypebeast
Every single move you make an L
Like the knight piece
Way I'm moving flexible
They thinking that I'm Ty Lee
When I hit the scene
Ain't no one else is rapping like me
Now they got some sauce in
Here, the source of it, They cite me

Picking out the Glock
I told that pussy boy to try me
Kezzy super grimey and you sweeter
Than an iced tea said he wanted action
All he ever do is type me
Neutron Cannon, brain blasting on a high beam
Go and check up on ya mans
I run my check up like I'm Nike
If you really want to fight me
You might end up on a white tee
Yes he watch my every move and all
He ever do is sight me
Counting money at the top
All you ever do is sightsee
What the fuck are you about?
You would think I'm Bugs Bunny
All these carrots in my mouth
Your bitch a horse up in the back
All she ever do is mount
You with your dogs well
I'm about to put them bitches down
Imma run the whole planet
Imma rule every country
And state in your cities and towns
Bitch Imma find every hater, and
Find where they live and
I'm burning they shit to the ground

Aye, cupped the keys, a blind eye
Can see my plays like Ray Charles
Pestering the pack pistol
Make ya pack go AWOL
Testing what I say dawg
Nigga let's play ball cock back
Make his teeth slide like a chainsaw
Nigga ain't real
What the fuck he got the cannon for?
Bitch act raw
I'ma fold you like a salmon roll
Hit, after hit, flick a wrist
And I'm landing those
Hit for hit, and you shit
I ain't even got the time of day
6-0's in my bank, what a fine display
Air stay with them chips, no Frito Lay
I cook crack
I whip and stems and export by wav
Don't switch my pay
This chop on subject in the broadest of days
Rounds dropping in a volley
Ain't shit getting saved
If he a pussy get laid
Now that sucka nigga stuck in his ways
He ain't run a damn thing but a maze
Imma kill em all, fuck ya up and comings
Break fast and eat they track
Just like a luncheon thunder clap em
Watch they Zenny get to running
Man I'm fronting, they got nothing