Dylber, Jonah Burch - SLAUGHTER (Outro) lyrics

Why you talk like you want beef with
Me bitch I don't know you
But I at least know you don’t
Want real beef you want tofu
You don’t want no heat I be in
The kitchen yeah bitch I’ll show you
Cause you know where there’s smoke there’s
Fire and I’ll out smoke you
When yo bitch wanna talk she call me yeah
Yeah I’m her go to
And I try not to act like I’m real
Hard cause I don’t want those who
Walk that walk after they talk that
Talk to pull up come through
But youon know nothing about life like
That you fake gang so you

Talk shit on the internet
Acting like a kitty cat
Pussy in a pretty hat
Be on the committee that
Be in different cities that
Have to get out pretty fast
MFs with a hitting bat
Telling you to give me that
Telling you to give me what
Pussy ass shut the fuck up
Nothing that a bitch stuck up
Nothing but a lame suck up
Baby need a sippy cup
No titties for you to suck
Nature vs nurture up i'ma keep my 40 tucked
I'ma leave you deconstruct
Gonna wish that you had ducked
Gonna wish that you had looked
For the swinging for the hook
I don't do shit by the book
Leave you wonder what I took
Leave you calling me a crook
I don’t know how you mistook
What you do as being good
Thinking you misunderstood
Who I am not who I was
I don't do shit just because
I ain’t following your laws
Call me a pussy here the claws

Who you slaughtering not dylber
Cause I don’t need your strife
Think I’m looking for a fight
But I don’t need no stripe
Think about the shit you doing
Is it really worth your life
Think you gon stab me in the back
You forget I hold the knife

Got the prom king flow bumping to that ceelo
Driving down the interstate
Catch you with my friends
Then you finna catch these hands
I don’t take nicely
When you try cross pollinate date going bad
I’m finna yell mayday date going good
She pull it like a shake weight
Just a black kid in a small town
I ain’t got a sheet yet like the pre-KKK
When she typing got me thinking she latina
The way she write essays
Waiting for my death day
Please throw your bets in
Am I gonna catch up
With dreams am I destined
Catch me a dead end jesus better step in
Before I do something that I'm finna
Be regretting nah i’m just playing
I be friends and cashing in
On what I'm writing
While they girls be DMing me
Y’all know I'm just living
Said I did it, no I didn’t know I did it
But I didn't keep the writtens
No reciepts I ain’t with business
Im just listing all the things i can bring
To the sentence
Swear I can’t cook but I’m makin' the bread
Swear I can’t write but I’m three albums in
Swear I am black just look at my dreads
Swear I get lit but not with the grass
Mowing 'em down
Swear I can keep up with flowI’m endowed
Swear I can keep the raw
Jokes on the down low
I can browse on a unknown rappers output
No ghost writing ain’t with Casper
I’m low life wrong chapter no wife
Laughter cause I know I can’t get past her
Even thoughI lapped her
I’ll traverse the dark alone with no tracker