Flyboy Dabz - Killa Flow 3

Step in the booth like “who the fuck next?” no vest,
Heart blacked out, every bar got a death threat pressed,
Run your mouth, get your name put deep in the pavement,
I don’t argue with bitches, I just up it and say shit
Real grimy, I been movin with demons inside me,
You just tweetin’ tough shit, you don’t want it beside me,
Catch you lackin’ in person, all that internet dyin’,
Now you stutterin’, shakin’, like “it ain’t what I implied, G”
Fuck fair fights, I bring hell to the table,
Kick the door off the hinges, leave your ass unstable,
You a extra in the scene, I’m the one they can’t kill,
Main character pressure, you get dropped for real
Talk crazy till your ribs feel the crack of the hit,
Pain different when a real one attach to your shit,
You was cappin’ for clout, now you gaspin’ for breath,
I don’t bark, I bring silence—ain’t no talk, just death
I’m from that side where they rob you and smile in your face,
Then double back on your ass just to finish the play,
Ain’t no love in this shit, just survival and rage,
Every line like a blade, leave it stuck in your frame
Fuck your crew, fuck your name, fuck the set that you claim,
I been built for the storm, you get washed in the rain,
When it’s pressure, you fold, I apply it and grin,
You ain’t built for this war, you just playin’ pretend
Every bar hit heavy like a Glock when it spit,
Make a pussy **** freeze like he stuck in some shit,
Killa flow, no cut, this that raw unfiltered,
Leave a stain on the game—now the whole scene tilted