Pitfall - Aiming

Drugs
Is an every single day thing
Big rounds in your head, no, I'm aiming
Bullets downrange like it's training
New song, oh well, It's the same thing
She talking shit I got an LR in my bag
I just wanted one of you, I got extended mags
You went from talking shit to a white flag
How the fuck did you fold so quick?
Yeah it's quite sad
Tell me "don't play with my food"
Heard there's rumors running round
Don't tell me if they're true
They say "Oh Pitfall, you're so rude."
Keep your fucking mouth shut, I don't wanna hear you
Bitch I'm on a streak, you can not stop me
I been putting bodies on the ice like it's hockеy
But that's your bitch, go and stop me
She say that she lovе you but she ride me like a jockey
Oh, wait, there's more
One two swing now you laying on the floor
Put your fucking fist down, why you think I bought a strap?
When the sliding door opens, it's a heart attack
Hear me out
No you don't want to
Every single day I'm living life it's without you
To be honest, I've never been better
Three thousand dollars on a fucking sweater
Just know that we are not the same
You can try to play me, but no it's not a game
I heard that you a fucking lame
Keep up your yapping and we blow your brain
(Your brain)