Special - Dabrye, Guilty Simpson, Paradime

Live as fuck

With a big ass gun, who wanna size me up?

I got a 40 cal chilling right beside my nuts

Rap shit helps me monopolize my bucks (Yeah!)

Shotties’ll pop and body your block (Get 'em!)

Fuck it, I’m hot, cocky or not

I’m tired of being humble, from here on out I’m brash

Hot dog with extra flash

Might blackout and give your neck some slash

And ain’t a neighborhood around that could protect your ass, youngin

Gun shots mean Guilty’s coming

And when through chasing your ass you’ll still be running

I can say this verse twice, it’ll still be stunning

For niggas stealing my style, I’mma steal their woman

Guilty Simpson, boy I been hotter

The ace that’ll treat your face like piñatas

Toting toasters in my holster

Take beef, well done, ask Ponderosa

Don’t say shit cause I’ll approach ya

Wit a bat to your grill like Bonds and Sosa

I get your ho hot like Fonz approached her

I flip my collars up then she get them dollars up

And leave your coward ass standing there without a buck

I’m trying to knock it out, bitch trying to knock it up

My lifestyle guarantees me a lot of sluts

That’s why I like to get around like a hockey puck

A lot of bitches try to tell me that I’m cocky but

I want it all and the universe is not enough (The universe is not enough)

Special, especially with the heavy metal

Special, these gun shots’ll make a mess of you

I suggest you, do what the rest do

Shut your mouth and rock a vest dude, especially you

They keep me in the show cause I elevate crowds

In these dark days I can separate clouds

And illuminate stages but never take bows

There’s so many jokes, I’m a glimmer of hope

Y’all chopped up soap, you pretend to be dope

So I’m snatching all the apples in my enemies throats

I’m special, I think I got dropped on my head

So I watch for my bread and keep twat in the bed

A sure bet I’m a lock for the spread

You can bet the house you read my mouth

You’ll see how real it is when I behead your spouse

Guilty Simpson, champion of one round bouts

I’m about gunplay, what y’all bout?

NOTHING!

So I take y’all out and keep busting

Don’t start static with us cause we hustling

In broad day light act like you seen something

You ever seen a hundred crooks on the grind

That’ll put it through your window when you look through your blinds?

That’s a real example of organised crime

That’s why in every rhyme I’mma glorify nines

And drive on the lines with the 45 flying

I’m bout to get rich or I’m gonna die trying

But my name ain’t 50

Here to dominate the game, the game is shifty

Uh, Guilty Simpson

Dabrye

What y’all want bitches?

Especially you!