[Verse 1] You just like to take lives, All in hives— Not even holding a weapon, But your words, they’re like shots. Our beef already hot… Can we cool it down? (Cool it down?) ‘Cause… I know my mouth gets heated too fast. And I don’t need you Pulling out a real one on me. [Chorus] Your words—your mental punches at me, Feel like something a dude with a pistol would do. Ready to shoot that shot… Not in a lovebird’s way, More like a fatal way. So if you really gotta fight me, That’s just pistol-list-stic of you… [Verse 2] Guessing we lasted a minute, maybe two— But it felt shorter than the truth. Why the fuck are you smiling? Why the fuck do you hate me? Why you holding that? What’s the point of that? Please… don’t shoot at me. Please… One word from you, and I already feel dead. [Chorus] Your words—your mental punches at me, Feel like something a dude with a pistol would do. Ready to shoot that shot… Not in a lovebird’s way, More like a fatal way. So if you really gotta fight me, That’s just pistol-list-stic of you… [Outro] I just hope this doesn’t drag on too long… So sing along… please~~~ Before the silence pulls the trigger.
