Adam's Apple (feat. Alesa)

Hahahaha

These niggas ain't ready

You wanted this amigo

Yeah

End of this, you're gonna really want to kill me

End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me

Never miss, whenever suckers wanna grill me

Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click

I didn't really wanna do this

So my fans be saying: Who this?

But they really wanna view this

Know you're dying when I shoot this

Had your ex all in my DM's

Pillow talking in the DM's

Trust me, nigga, take a seat

Gonna have this on repeat

Naga Viper with the heat

Mr. Z Man on the beat

Adam had to eat the apple

Time to kill him in a chapel

Adam really shit the bed

How you gonna shit the bed?

Alesa told me you were crying

Nigga, this shit had me dying

Had to clean up all your noodles

I expect that from a poodle

And you know the best part?

Adam thought it was a fart

Damn nigga, haven't even pulled the trigger

You should never try to diss the nigga

One-seven millie, still I'm bigger

I don't care about your bank report

At least I'm never paying child support

But why your baby momma saying

That you ain't even paying that?

Ain't a game, so you never feel like playing that?

Stop the music bitch, and go back to blocks

You'll make more money

And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming

When it comes to cocks you a small summin'

When it comes to flops

You're the first running

When it comes to pops you ain't there sonnin'

Nigga, tell me why the fuck

You're cutting yourself?

How you're gonna be a dad

When you're cutting yourself?

But it's not all you're doing

You fucked up and I know you're brewing

Time to reminisce, I hope you're hearing this

I didn't wanna be the one

To be out blaring this, but fuck it

Behind the mask you're a prick

What you did made me sick

Smearing blood on this chick

Yeah, let's talk about Dawn

Slappin' and choking from dusk 'till dawn

Then blaming your alter egos

What the fuck?

That's not cool, amigo

That's not Adam, that was John that hit you

That's not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you

That's not Adam, nah, fuck you, Adam

Any woman beater gets the fucking heater

R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature

That's your baby momma

Flew her over just to end the saga

KSI, I'm the king of drama

Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta

You will always be a dreadful father

Post Malone, he ain't savin' shit

Your tattoos are shit

Chronic masturbator

Coming now and later

Why you horny looking at an alligator?

I'm your violator

This the bar on my mission

Nothing can save your dead vision, bitch

Ayy ayy, ayy ayy

Ayy ayy, GG motherfucker