Uppercut - Mvko

Never catch a case bitch, 'cause I always wear a mask

Hit your bitch with mean pipe

Then I bounce 'cause this ain’t date night (Yeah)

Call me Young Chris Hanson, I’ll catch you slippin' like it’s dateline

Ain’t afraid to catch a charge (Nah)

Sniper rifle, pick 'em off (Pow)

Night ride on a pussy, like my last name Hasslehoff (Beep, beep)

Fuck your father, your mother, your brother, sister and cousin

When I pull up on your block, I’m droppin' bodies in dozens

Hey Wavehi, why these bitches always wanna test us?

(Why?)

I’ll turn on the autopilot and do a driveby in a Tesla

Stationed down in Mexico, it’s a every day fiesta (Rrra)

Bitch, I scam my clientele like my fuckin' name Bethesda (Yeah)

Fuck a bitch, fuck a pussy, fuck a cop and fuck a judge

Fuck the hatred, fuck the sadness, fuck your feelings, fuck the love (Fuck the

love)

You can feel how you want about me, 'cause I don’t give a fuck (Yeah)

Don’t bang my line, no more motherfucker, 'cause I ain’t pickin' up

Feelin' how you feelin' (Yeah) and you sayin' what you sayin' (What you sayin')

I’ma meet you in the cement

Bring that blade like ninja gaiden

I might have to call you blanket, way I swing you from the railing

Quit your playing I derail it

Picture perfect I’m a failure (Fucked up)

Yeah, I’m coming to your block and leaving with your bitch

Speaking to his face, I call him corpse, because he whispering

Grew up playing Metal Gear Solid, so I’m a syndicate

That shit I hear you talking, boy I do not think you living it

My flow so unlimited

Hit that clutch I’m spinning it

I’m too rare, I’m limited

Young Mandel, I’m winning it

I make this money adjust to the internet, bitch

Boy hit the breaks or you hitting the ditch

Bryan Ortega, I’m popping his disc

Shout out to Nas, because life is a bitch

Inspired my feelings in rapping like this

Ever since they play me, let me out my cage

I been switching up these flows just like my name was Ellen Page, bitch

Say my name, you gon say shit (Shit)

I’m on j-a-s-I-a-h, I’ma break shit

Now I’m upping the pace just to break shift

Skrrt, you wasted

Wipe him off the map, like a blank disc

Beat so heavy that it gave your girl a face lift

Rush it and you get basted

I ain’t supposed to rap, I ain’t famous

If I’m gonna die, I’m gon say shit

Before I’m sleeping underneath the pavement

I don’t even care about your payment

I only say it once because, I don’t make miss

Paying for your plays, yeah I think that that’s a fake hit

Shorty hit my phone and she told me her room vacant

If I want it, I might take it, if I don’t I think I’ma fake it

Br, br, I’m out of service

Matter fact I’m lying

I do not think you worth it