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Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they? Yes they are That Beyoncé Virgo shit In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy to understand But in practice, well, some may feel confined I swear for God is 'bout to hit it Jeeze, oh, ah Woop-woop Right, right, right I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang At the snap of my fingers, I'm Thanos, da-na, da-na And I'm still on your head, cornrows, da-na, da-na They call me the captain, the catwalk assassin Would name on that's snappin', then here come the yappin' All of the snitchin', and all of this bitchin' Just a fishin' expedition, dumb ambition in the kitchen Cookin' up them chickens, extra leg, but I ain't even tryna kick it Cunty, country, petty, petty, petty All the same to me, Plain Jane, spaghetti No sauce, no sauce, too soft, too soft They salty, they shootin', like Curry One hand on my holster, then pass it to Hova Thought they was sweet when they was walkin' In the backdoor of the kitchen past the dirty dishes Now we on a mission, tracker turned me to the opposition SongtexteI'm appalled 'bout the proposition Y'all been played by the plagiaristic, ain't get no clout addiction, my attention I ain't no regular singer, now come get everythin' you came for I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang You set it up in flames when your game offensive I ain't in no gang, but I got shooters and I bang-bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Come get everythin' you came for) Ay, howl to the moon (Howl to the moon) Howl to the moon, I lost women, they gon' shoot Keep the code, break the rules (Break the rules) Are you gonna ride for me if you remember that we lose Some one here brought fire, ain't no tellin' who Play it cool Know the lawman watchin' me every time I move Bounty on my head, can't go ranch, they on my shooters No matter what the charges is, we ain't gon' tell the truth Aus Songtexte Mania