SPAGHETTII

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 'fo God it's 'bout to hit

I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang

At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos

And I'm still on yo' head, cornrows

They call me the captain, the cat walk assassin

When they know it's slappin', then here come the yappin'

All of this snitchin' and all of this bitchin'

Just a fishing expedition, dumb admission

In the kitchen cookin' up them chickens

Extra leg but I ain't even tryin' to 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 shootin' like Curry

One hand on my holster then pass it to Hova

Thought it was sweet when they was walkin'

In the back door of the kitchen

Past the dirty dishes, now we on a mission

Tried to turn me 'to the opposition

I'm appalled by the proposition

Y'all been played by the plagiaristic

Ain't gon' give no clout addiction my attention

I ain't no regular sanger

Now come get er'ythang you came for

I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang (They still love your flame, ain't no game or I'll pierce your heart)

I ain't in no gang but I got shooters and I bang, bang (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)

Come get everything you came for

Aye, howl to the moon, howl to the moon (Howl to the moon)

Outlaws with me, they gonna shoot

Keep the code, break the rules (Break the rules)

And we gonna ride for every member that we lose

Someone here brought fire, ain't no telling who

Play it cool, know the law man watchin' me every time I move

Bounty on my head, can't go west, they on my shoes

No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth