Thanos lyrics

[Intro]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (What?)
Stop that sh*t
(Trademark!)
What?
Pipe the f*ck up
Piped (Punch me in)
Ayy, bow, b*tch

[Chorus]
Shout out CJ, he brought in them racks (What?)
I ain't started yet, n*gga relax (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Perk this b*tch to the motherf*ckin' max (b*tch)
Feel like Thanos, they know I'ma snap (Bow)
How you gangster, but you n*ggas cracked? (What?)
Talkin' all of that sh*t on the mac (Stupid as sh*t)
Stupid lil' n*gga, we don't box on Twitter, we come to your pad and go straight through the back (Graow, bow, bow, bow)
I just been chillin' in Hollywood Hills, my life sweeter than motherf*ckin' Cody and Zack (Cody and Zack)
How the f*ck y'all n*ggas think that y'all f*cking with us when your squad full of pussies and rats? (b*tch)
Marco still serving the block, that boy stay out the house, he post up more than Boogie and Shaq (Bleep, bleep)
I'm going tiger mode, I'm in attack (f*ck)
Got the world watching like, "How he do that?" (f*ck, b*tch)

[Verse]
Excuse me, you got me mistaken (Huh?)
I'm not like all these n*ggas they fakin' (Excuse me)
f*ck a piggie, we turn him to bacon (b*tch)
Pull up on him, he was nervous and shaking (f*ck)
Fully automatic, we finna spray him
Foenem dodging bullets, he in The Matrix (Grrr)
Trademark alley-ooped it off and then made it (Grrr)
This play-off sh*t a breeze, just sweeping the pavement (Bow, bow, bow, pus*y)
You n*ggas is soft, Charmin (b*tch)
Lil' n*gga ain't tough, harmless (Lil' ass n*gga)
b*tch I'm a dog, harness (Woof)
I got Raf Simons all over my garments (Skrrt)
Yeah, giggity, giggity, we finna take this b*tch off to infinity (Yeah)
Gnar got a rocket, he aim at the enemy (Yeah)
Take out his oxygen, clear the facility
Ayy, take out his oxygen, clear the vicinity
Came with that flame, you could feel the humidity
Ayy, we serving packs, we got good productivity
Blow out his brains like he John F. Kennedy
He play pretending, we do that sh*t literally (Yeah)
I up the score, is you motherf*ckin' kidding me?
Ayy, shut the f*ck up ho, you f*cking offending me
f*ck her so low 'til she talk to my enemies
I hate when b*tches got bad hospitality
Walk in your spot like it's mine, do you feel it, G? (Yeah)
Rondo, I stay with the nine, I be chillin', B (Yeah)
I don't think that you got the capabilities
Ayy, bust out your coup, I don't need me a ceiling, B
No availability, can't see you visibly (Yeah)
She said she miss the kid, that sh*t be killing me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All I know that I met this b*tch in Italy
Ayy, walk with some Hi-Tech
Feel like Tony Stark, hit that boy in his sh*t and I did that sh*t willingly (Brrr-ah)
If we pull up on y'all, we can make a delivery
Big body b*tch got me feeling like Hillary
Hickery, di*kery, pull out the semi, B
Point this b*tch right at my motherf*ckin' mini-me (What? What? What?)
That ain't my baby draco, that's my mini-me
Give him the beats like my name Artillery
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee (Huh?)
I'm the Don of all dons, say that sh*t so deliberately (Yeah)
He do a stain, but ain't got no consistency (Donny)
He talking his sh*t, but don't do it convincingly
Oh, and additionally, I'm in the major league
What the f*ck left can you lil' n*ggas say to me?
Ninety in here, only letting off eighty-three
I'm in Orlando like Tracy McGrady, G
Well, yo b*tch a fiend, my n*gga
Keep a .30 with the beam, lil' n*gga (What?)
I've been on the winning team, lil' n*gga
Guatemalan with the cream, lil' n*gga (Yeah)
This a nightmare, not a dream, my n*gga
Jason Voorhees, on the scene, lil' n*gga (What?)
Oxycontin, we got steam, lil' n*gga
Cut his body, we extreme, lil' n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
The f*ck is we doing?
OTL in this b*tch, ho, move it (Yeah)
Stay the f*ck off my di*k, get booted
Yeah, in Detroit, ho, tell 'em get loaded
Rag3 Kidd, you know that n*gga the goat
And these big racks count get motherf*ckin' folded
And who else on that savage sh*t? I'm the closest
Gang, gang, gang, gang
[Bridge]
Lean (Lean), fold (Go), make his body roll (Let's go)
I just spent your mama mortgage on designer clothes (Skrrt)
You can pull up, but can't stay, so b*tch you got to go (Go)
Will I call you in the morning? I don't f*cking know (Yes, sir)

[Chorus]
Shout out CJ, he brought in them racks (What?)
I ain't started yet, n*gga relax (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Perk this b*tch to the motherf*ckin' max (b*tch)
Feel like Thanos, they know I'ma snap (Bow)
How you gangster, but you n*ggas cracked? (What?)
Talkin' all of that sh*t on the mac (Stupid as sh*t)
Stupid lil' n*gga, we don't box on Twitter, we come to your pad and go straight through the back (Graow, bow, bow, bow)
I just been chillin' in Hollywood Hills, my life sweeter than motherf*ckin' Cody and Zack (Cody and Zack)
How the f*ck y'all n*ggas think that y'all f*cking with us when your squad full of pussies and rats? (b*tch)
Marco still serving the block, that boy stay out the house, he post up more than Boogie and Shaq (Bleep, bleep)
I'm going tiger mode, I'm in attack (f*ck)
Got the world watching like, "How he do tha-