| Lyrics | Alright now I’m finna get on this bitch and start hollin cause niggas...niggas thought I couldn’t rap (on god)
So...so we finna run this shit Ight (yeah)
(Ight) (look) (Yeah)
Okay I’m rolling shit
To busy looking for condolences
I’m in my own lane like bowling pins I’m going in
About time that I make the fuck niggas notice it
I been beating on the pussy like a bongo
I keep a nine in my lap no rondo
Im a goat I can read wit my eyes close
And when I’m fuckin on your bitch it’s a high note
Hold on..
You ain’t never heard a flow like this
I been switching up the drip like a light switch
Seen the shit before it happen like a psychic
You can never ever ever speak about what I did
Shit
Baggin offers ,buying drip no matter what it’s costing
Diamonds shining even when I’m flossing
Catching hoes in clutch Im randy mossin
Hold the fuck up bitch the check is calling
Killin pussy got her in the slaughter
No new friends and I just hit his daughter
Shit on haters got em staring harder
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I just got a big gadget spy kids
Go ahead and place the nut on her eyelids
Im a different breed a motherfucking hybrid
Lemme sit down let me talk shit
I’m go ahead and speak about what I did
I jumped on i was flowing like a genius
In another planet feel like im in Venus
Yo bitch stalking on my page she be tweaking
Old bitches hit my phone they dreaming
Tryna hop my wave they be seeking
Old boyfriends get dropped they leaking
Now i got hoe mad she be tweeting
Niggas under cover like a meerkat
Ass fake but its moving and its still fat
Niggas snaking for the cheese who the real rat?
Bitch nigga I’m a lion you a field cat
You be acting like you toting where the real gat
You keep talking out your neck bring the real Mack
Niggas talking bout the bag where the real pack
I’m a goat I’m a legend in the making
Flowing cold killing shit feel like Jason
In the vette I be speeding I be racing
Top spot got em nervous got em pacing
Ice cold neck froze I’m anemic
I’m the one that yo bitch always meeting
She on my meat when you ask her is she cheating
I said it once nigga i can not repeat it
I’m allergic to snakes so I’m sneezing
I be running to the bag getting commas
I’m on my presidential shit I’m feeling like Obama
SD be the gang you know where to find us
I’m a killa to the this beat call me Jeffery Dahamer
Killing shit, 40 on me ain’t no need to grip
Nigga no I am not a killer ,but got niggas who is with the shits
Listen...
Why you all up on the net pistol jacking
But you steady tucking fade you be capping
Hit em up for the addy when it happen
Now he snitching to the opps got me laughing
I just stuck him at the light caught him lacking
His last minute of the fame nigga trash it
Nigga talking bout the gang he can have it
Poof make his ass disappear like its magic
Bitch! |
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