Patrick Cc:, Beku San - Don't Touch Me lyrics

Hey, I got the code to the gate (Gate)
He ain't been pullin' his weight
Let's quit all this talkin'
And get him erased
Rap sheet longer than Yao Ming (Yao Ming)
I'm already a ward of the state (State)
So we gotta cover a few things
Map out a plan of escape
I'm runnin' from more than a case
Darker attire's what I require
Had enough of this chatty supplier
Talk down, get put on a flyer
Outside, still bangin' on priors
Huh, huh, huh we can't afford no mistakes
Make sure to cover your hands and your face
If shit goes wrong, just stay out my way

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Jansport filled with a Glock and a brick
Just burnt my phone, don't trust that bitch
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Runnin' downhill, 'bout bust my shit
I'm sweatin' out X, don't touch me bitch

Huh, huh, huh, ha huh, huh, huh, ha
Government grade, on top of this shit
19 came with measurement clips
Put 'em on stilts, put 'em on ice
Cutthroat head, finna roll like dice
Grip this iron all the time like Tip
But the spring-loaded knife on
Point like Fife (Like Fife)
Whole tracksuit, I'ma set it on fire
Sit back and calculate what I acquired
With him out the way, I'ma get what I wanted
The pack move without him
They thought it was haunted
VLONE, a necklace, a couple of bricks
Me listin' off all the shit I'ma flip
Soon as it come in, I front like I'm rich
I'mma thumb through this shit 'til
My thumbs start to itch, huh