- You pull bars, I'm spittin' wetter sars on the weathers cast
If I was the stars I would let the whole planet dark
And cause more crust openings than a volcanic spark
Your dawgs bark cause they sense this Heist
I got you synchronized like you reminiscin' nice
I wrote the letter S on her chest with her vagina's blood
I gave her more cuts than an axe gave it's wood
More curves on her body than a scissors carving scars
I wrote the book of cards, I got you on the deck of my palms
I'll drop nuclear weapons on you before you suicide
And give you ill shit like radiation in sewage pipes
I fear for your life, if you was my lioness
then I would be your dearest type. Your nearest ride
I'm your escape from life, I thug you right
Like Bonnie and Clyde, I am your Heist, and you're my sheisty
Lemme know what you think of this.
