Saw ft. Slikadaice Lyrics

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play (Don't wanna play)

I got this stick, it'll shoot ya dick for no price, I can change y'all gender

Y'all pussy, now a pack of leopards, I'm a cheetah, I'll fuck on ya bitch so quick

Then dip, checkmate, this chess, not checkers, no Carti or Cartier

See a whole lotta red through all this temper, grown man, I don't need no lecture

Spin 'round ya block, no sector, bitch, you on my nerves, I don't wanna be pestered

Oh, I ain't 'bout that? Check my records, I see why they hate, they can't handle a flexer

They never see my other side, I'm just a walking reflector 'til I push out these ideas like a movie projector

Eating wack MCs like Hannibal Lecter

For the Adam's apple, I'ma call a collector

I'm a cold hearted finesser

You better shut up like a closed dresser

All these bitches in my room, feel like Hugh Hefner

Too confident, all I breathe is smoke, I don't need no oxygen

On this beat I'm vomiting, one click from this blick could take away from ya life, no mileage

Ever since before this rhyming shit, I was stuck on all that ramen, bitch

Still kept my head high like I'm piloting

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play (Don't wanna play)

I'll give 'em a call for that change, you'll left on the side like a pay phone

God's son, if you cross me, I'm sendin' you straight home, just like toosie, I'll slide with that Drac', ho

I'ma blow when I come around, tornado, get to crackin' them rounds

Yellow tips comin' out like some egg yolk, metal in his face, I'll light him up, he ain't Kano

Yeah, I lit him up, then it got dark, would've thought he was blinkin'

That headshot, let me know what he thinkin', .40 leave him wasted, would've thought he was drinkin'

When I serve him rounds, a plate of bullets is what he eatin'

I don't mean sauce, when his clothes drippin', he fuckin' bleedin'

It's not a game, but heads up, 'cause my '7 up, sprayin' at his neck like he freshened up

You a fuckin' bitch, like a Barbie doll they can dress you up, like a rocket ship, you'll be headin' up

I'm in my glow like I leveled up, thirty in my clip

Numbers on my side like a measure cup, ready for Satan if he ever come

Straight out the trenches, but the war isn't over, when the shooting stops, that's when it's over

Y'all hella fake, you dressin' up, not just in October

Push harder when I'm gettin' slower, keep a gun, it's in my holster

From a wild city to the neverland, I will send you over

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play (Don't wanna play)

Gat gon' blow like a thottie, shoot at his feet, ain't no Megan with the body

Handguns only, never owned no tommy, on a grind, no sleep like Bobby

Aim, one click send 'em straight to the lobby, had her eat my dick, so she getting a lil' sloppy

He a follower, you know he gon' copy, put his ass to sleep, I ain't talkin', no Cosby

Comin' with the flows, yeah, feel real godly, feelin' like I'm DeJ Loaf, yeah, come try me

I'ma have to call her, "ice cream." by the way she topping

And when she on top, no stopping, I'm finna blow like the gun that's been poppin'

They can't see my talent, Ray Charles

He won't walk up to me, 'cause he fuckin' startled, jumpin through hoops for my brothers like portals

Fuck all the haters, ain't tryna be cordial, go ghost on ya bitch, she says shit paranormal

Two twins in the bed, and these pairs are not normal, one is in Gucci, one is in Fendi, that is their formal

What if you saw us? Pop off

Sawed-off, shotgun

Saw us? Pop off

Sawed-off, shotgun

Saw us? Pop off (Slik', Slik')

Sawed-off (Slik', Slik'), shotgun (Slikada-Slikadaice!)

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play

You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire

Figured out your name and where you stay, Adam's apple

Choppa got one in the neck, get to blowin' like a ref'

You will meet your fate, you don't wanna play (Don't wanna play)