Rainbow Six

<Intro>

******y

******y

******y

<Chorus 1: Yung Midpack>

Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you should know I got the straight drop

<Verse 1: Yung Midpack>

Pull up on yo block with the pistol

Slap you up ****** little boy just dismiss you

I don't give a ****** right punch its official

I don't give a ****** little ****** you need tissue

For your ******g face

Cause it's full of the blood

Blood Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody Blood

Smack you ******g up

****** I take a stub

Grab you ******g up ******

Put you in the trunk

Vertically ****** I take you to the dump

Me ****** I --

<Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA>

What you ******s want!

Got that thang in the trunk!

What you ******s need!

Pills

Crack

Coke

****

<Chorus 2: JPEGMAFIA>

I don't wanna hit em with the K (Lord forgive me I'm sorry!)

I don't wanna hit em with the K (Hit em all in the body!)

I'ma have to go and be the bad man

Baby I'ma put him in his place

I'ma have to do it to you baby (I just caught another body!)

I'ma have to give him something 'mazing (Hit em all in the body!)

Tell 'em when I'm talking to my baby

<Refrain: JPEGMAFIA>

Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you know I got the straight drop

Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you should know I got the straight drop

Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you know I got the straight drop

Coolin' on the block with the Glock ******ed

And you know I got the straight drop

<Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA>

It's the young alt-right menace

What a pistol to a pennant

Treat a writer like a senate ****** huh

Surface level ******s never get it

****** a rating and a cynic

Always talking never living ****** huh

I don't make no music for these ******s

Say they wanna be a critic

But they cannot take no critcism, huh

****** we the junkies they the dealers

I be rapping

They be triggered

You be writing

I'm a killer

****** What!

****** is this song?

****** is my whip!

****** up your streams!

I got the rips!

Skinny and paid!

I'm Taylor Swift!

We at your job

Catch you on shift

****** you gone...

I don't like you..

******s don't want it..

<Chorus 3>

Lord forgive me I'm sorry

Hit em all in the body

Lord forgive me I'm sorry

I just caught another body

Hit em all in the body

I had to get some money

<Outro>

I don't wanna be alone

It's so hard for me to trust you baby

I'm around you baby

I got so much on me

40 I'd drown you baby

I don't wanna drown you baby

I just wanna love you baby

I got too much for me

Oh my god I'm so weak

Holy ******, I'm lonely