MUGSHOT
๐ต 2072 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:01 duration
๐ ID: 5754742
๐ Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
.38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump
Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
I slang dick 'til her pussy need maintenance
Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change the fit
She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my dick in the middle
Bitch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler
Wanna act up? Pussy, put this stick to your dental
Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit
Like, lay flat, like silhouettes
Am I psycho? (Uh) just a little bit
You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance
Like Simon, do what I say to
She fuck on me then my kin, hm
You so fake, when you wake up
Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
Something wrong with my mental
Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
Ryokan, ain't no peace, y'all
Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
.38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (okay)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh
.38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump
Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
I slang dick 'til her pussy need maintenance
Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change the fit
She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my dick in the middle
Bitch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler
Wanna act up? Pussy, put this stick to your dental
Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit
Like, lay flat, like silhouettes
Am I psycho? (Uh) just a little bit
You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance
Like Simon, do what I say to
She fuck on me then my kin, hm
You so fake, when you wake up
Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
Something wrong with my mental
Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
Ryokan, ain't no peace, y'all
Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
.38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
With the stick on the hip, no staff
Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
Run, little punk, you fucked up
Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (okay)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.69] Yeah, yeah
[00:09.12] Uh, yeah, yeah
[00:12.39] Uh
[00:12.66] .38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
[00:14.12] Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
[00:15.91] Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
[00:17.42] Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
[00:19.19] TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
[00:21.17] With the stick on the hip, no staff
[00:22.25] Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
[00:23.74] Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
[00:25.61] Run, little punk, you fucked up
[00:27.95] Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
[00:31.30] He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
[00:34.38] Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump
[00:37.66] Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
[00:39.48] Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
[00:41.24] I slang dick 'til her pussy need maintenance
[00:42.88] Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change the fit
[00:44.52] She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my dick in the middle
[00:46.25] Bitch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler
[00:47.76] Wanna act up? Pussy, put this stick to your dental
[00:49.11] Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
[00:50.95] Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
[00:52.45] My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit
[00:53.93] Like, lay flat, like silhouettes
[00:55.68] Am I psycho? (Uh) just a little bit
[00:57.44] You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
[00:58.99] Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
[01:00.52] Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
[01:02.14] Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance
[01:03.68] Like Simon, do what I say to
[01:05.35] She fuck on me then my kin, hm
[01:07.03] You so fake, when you wake up
[01:08.63] Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
[01:10.18] Something wrong with my mental
[01:11.76] Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
[01:13.35] Ryokan, ain't no peace, y'all
[01:14.87] Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
[01:16.62] .38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
[01:18.21] Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
[01:19.91] Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
[01:21.44] Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
[01:23.06] TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
[01:24.52] With the stick on the hip, no staff
[01:26.32] Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
[01:27.63] Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
[01:29.51] Run, little punk, you fucked up
[01:32.17] Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
[01:35.22] He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
[01:38.43] Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (okay)
[01:42.73]
[00:09.12] Uh, yeah, yeah
[00:12.39] Uh
[00:12.66] .38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
[00:14.12] Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
[00:15.91] Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
[00:17.42] Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
[00:19.19] TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
[00:21.17] With the stick on the hip, no staff
[00:22.25] Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
[00:23.74] Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
[00:25.61] Run, little punk, you fucked up
[00:27.95] Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
[00:31.30] He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
[00:34.38] Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump
[00:37.66] Okay, like a mugshot, shorty, come face some dick
[00:39.48] Bet this blade leave your body parts adjacent
[00:41.24] I slang dick 'til her pussy need maintenance
[00:42.88] Got bloodstains on me, still don't wanna change the fit
[00:44.52] She got a big butt, Malcolm, put my dick in the middle
[00:46.25] Bitch, I got big bucks, stickin' to the green like the Riddler
[00:47.76] Wanna act up? Pussy, put this stick to your dental
[00:49.11] Say he want action, pull up with the static like Killua
[00:50.95] Get your head whipped back like Willow Smith
[00:52.45] My new toy cock back, this'll blow your shit
[00:53.93] Like, lay flat, like silhouettes
[00:55.68] Am I psycho? (Uh) just a little bit
[00:57.44] You better stay inside, I won't leave no witness
[00:58.99] Aim one eye closed, bitch, I feel like Slick Rick
[01:00.52] Don't get too close, you pay God a visit
[01:02.14] Point-blank headshot, think you need assistance
[01:03.68] Like Simon, do what I say to
[01:05.35] She fuck on me then my kin, hm
[01:07.03] You so fake, when you wake up
[01:08.63] Put makeup on, Harley Quinn, uh
[01:10.18] Something wrong with my mental
[01:11.76] Can't help but laugh when I sin, uh
[01:13.35] Ryokan, ain't no peace, y'all
[01:14.87] Persist to fuck with my zen, uh
[01:16.62] .38 tucked, feelin' like Mega Man
[01:18.21] Dual-wield this heat, blastin' outta both hands
[01:19.91] Ricks on feet, Ksubi denim my jeans
[01:21.44] Think he mad that his bitch wanna fuck 'cause my bands
[01:23.06] TMNT, Donatello, way I pulled up one deep
[01:24.52] With the stick on the hip, no staff
[01:26.32] Death to your buddy, send shots to your tummy
[01:27.63] Get burnt, gettin' under my skin, no rash
[01:29.51] Run, little punk, you fucked up
[01:32.17] Load up on guns, hope your kicks is pumped up
[01:35.22] He wanna rush, Donald, make you duck, duck
[01:38.43] Like Kriss Kross, choppa make you jump, jump (okay)
[01:42.73]