Pitfall, tropes - ​professionals lyrics

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
Feels good to be back

Feeling homicidal
Jacket hollow point inside in the mag
It hit 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'ma 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

I can't stand it why are you
I can't tell won't somebody help
Who are you?

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
Turn now, you will never see the vision