Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?
Yes, they are
That Beyoncé Virgo shit
In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand
But, in practice, well, some may feel confined
I swear for God is 'bout to hit it
Jeeze, oh, ah
Woop, woop (woop, woop)
Right, right
Right, right
Ah, ah, oh, oh
I aingt in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang
At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, da-na-da-na
And I'm still on your head, cornrows, da-na-da-na
They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin
Would name on that's snapping, then here come the yapping
All of the snitching and all of this bitching
Just a fishing expedition, dumb ambition in the kitchen
Cooking up them chickens, extra leg, but I aingt even tryna kick it
Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty
All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti
No sauce, no sauce, uh
Too soft, too soft, uh
They salty, they shooting like Curry
One hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova
Thought they was sweet when they was walking
In the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes
Now we on a mission, tracker turned me to the opposition
I'm appalled 'bout the proposition
Y'all been played by the plagiaristic, aingt get no clout addiction, my attention
I aingt no regular singer, now come get e'rything you came for
I aingt in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang
You set it up in flames when your game offensive
I aingt in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(Come get everything you came for)
Ayy
Howl to the Moon (howl to the Moon)
Howl to the Moon
I lost women, they gon' shoot
Keep the code, break the rules (break the rules)
Are you gonna ride for me if you remember that we lose?
Some one here brought fire, aingt no telling who
Play it cool
Know the lawman watching me every time I move
Bounty on my head, can't go ranch, they on my shooters
No matter what the charges is, we aingt gon' tell the truth
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