Fuck it with the loud pack
I don't need to hear where the sound at
Two damn beers In a twelve pack
Got another track in the back
Two burners wit the gas
Got a new damn furnace for the ash
Drink it up think it up
And I'm wrinkled up
All washed up
With another damn drink in my cup
Pour it up hit the gas
Hit a pole see the crash
Then I'm waking up back to attack
Like
Shot shot shot
Im'a pop pop pop
Getting all yo' mother fucking guap
Imma rock to the top
See another damn cop at the stop
See the forty cal Glock in my spot
I'm a new damn hot
Got another damn rope with a knot
Bet you waiting until I get damn locked
You can mother fucking stop
When it comes
Get shelled with a shock
Never ever going to God damn rot
Hold up Reality check
She was the one
But then there was a next
Put a pep in your step
Man that bitch was a test
Fool Do you got the strength
To keep pushing yo' reps
Bitch I guess not
Could've flipped but you motherfucking flopped
Maybe that's why you muttering to stop
Can't ever just walk but you keep on with
Your itty bitty talk
All Sizzle
No Steak
No Sauce
No bitch no boss
No fit no costs
If you gonna get something
Don't get no loss
And I'm tired of assuming
I'm a human
Don't know what the fuck I'm doing
Outside with a pussy ass boy like you and
Get a plane and a plan
Get a rock on my hand
Ain't Dwayne it's a Grand
Or 20 fucking bands
But the bitterness sitting with yo' shit like sand
So I'm getting it fitting with yo' bitch like damn
Man i've always been an addict
Never been about it
But I always had it as a habit
But things change
Now they bring blame
To my name
If I'm gonna start it up
Going to get the fame
Cause gang
See the money in the bennies no change
If it ain't a blue strip shits lame
AMG twin flame
Took that shit into the mother fucking drain
Ain't nobody gonna care when you get put into the grave bitch
Fuck it with the loud pack
I don't need to hear where the sound at
Two damn beers In a twelve pack
Got another track in the back
Two burners wit the gas
Got a new damn furnace for the ash
Drink it up think it up
And I'm wrinkled up
All washed up
With another damn drink in my cup
Pour it up hit the gas
Hit a pole see the crash
Then I'm waking up back to attack
Like
Shot shot shot
Im'a pop pop pop
Getting all yo' mother fucking guap
Imma rock to the top
See another damn cop at the stop
See the forty cal Glock in my spot
I'm a new damn hot
Got another damn rope with a knot
Bet you waiting until I get damn locked
You can mother fucking stop
When it comes
Get shelled with a shock
Never ever going to God damn rot Bitch