[Intro]
Humming
[Verse 1]
Pick up my phone ten missed calls bitch what the fuck you want
Don’t be rushing me on the stove bitch I’m almost done
If this bitch break I’ll use that blender like no other
Make it stick to the pan can’t believe it ain’t butter
I got her hooked to this shit she say she love the substance
Paranoid as a bitch prob’ly why I’m clutchin’
Ask cuz did he see that prob’ly think I’m buggin’
Nigga I know what I saw Nigga I ain’t buggin’
Ain’t no one man above the crew these niggas David Ruffin
Have a nigga eating through a straw when I push the button
Brodie ain’t got no fucking lawn service but he keep the cutter
Niggas playin’ games while we eatin’ bitch this ain’t Dave n Busters
Hundred shots let off broad day bitch if we miss you lucky
I know you be hidin’ fuck around and we’ll just get your cousin
I said what the fuck I said bitch and you ain’t hear me stutter
I’ll put them real gunners on you for that bread and butter
Rp’s back to back plus the tris got me dozing off
All week long I’ve been in this fit, bitch I’m going hard
Had to take a trip down to the vet, guess I ain’t know my dog
Shined a light on shit thats in the dark it damn near broke my heart
Brodie jump off broad day with that drake-that bitch a work of art
You ain’t really religious but you play I’ll send you close to god
You ain’t really got it and he do thats who you ‘sposed to rob
No matter what you do you should never want to cross your dog
Niggas got the game fucked up, they ain’t got no morals
G’s got the knocks on him I told him I’ll blow for you
I ain’t really with that bullshit stay away from me
Ain’t no fucking sign that say I’m a gangsta bitch don’t play with me
Ain’t talking ‘bout them racist crackers bitch I got 3 K’s with me
Cuz don’t wanna rap he say he cool with being a gravedigger
My mind fucked up, my head hurt, I’m getting tired
They said they was in this shit 4L I knew them niggas was lyin’
The broke can’t lead the broke, and the blind can’t lead the blind
Wish BK was still alive to hear him say it one more time
Clutch the knocks in the bed I sleep with murder on my mind
Every time we go up on the score I’m sleeping kinda fine
Every time we went to war turned niggas blocks to columbine
If I could tell you every time nigga stop me when I’m lyin’
On god
Humming
[Verse 1]
Pick up my phone ten missed calls bitch what the fuck you want
Don’t be rushing me on the stove bitch I’m almost done
If this bitch break I’ll use that blender like no other
Make it stick to the pan can’t believe it ain’t butter
I got her hooked to this shit she say she love the substance
Paranoid as a bitch prob’ly why I’m clutchin’
Ask cuz did he see that prob’ly think I’m buggin’
Nigga I know what I saw Nigga I ain’t buggin’
Ain’t no one man above the crew these niggas David Ruffin
Have a nigga eating through a straw when I push the button
Brodie ain’t got no fucking lawn service but he keep the cutter
Niggas playin’ games while we eatin’ bitch this ain’t Dave n Busters
Hundred shots let off broad day bitch if we miss you lucky
I know you be hidin’ fuck around and we’ll just get your cousin
I said what the fuck I said bitch and you ain’t hear me stutter
I’ll put them real gunners on you for that bread and butter
Rp’s back to back plus the tris got me dozing off
All week long I’ve been in this fit, bitch I’m going hard
Had to take a trip down to the vet, guess I ain’t know my dog
Shined a light on shit thats in the dark it damn near broke my heart
Brodie jump off broad day with that drake-that bitch a work of art
You ain’t really religious but you play I’ll send you close to god
You ain’t really got it and he do thats who you ‘sposed to rob
No matter what you do you should never want to cross your dog
Niggas got the game fucked up, they ain’t got no morals
G’s got the knocks on him I told him I’ll blow for you
I ain’t really with that bullshit stay away from me
Ain’t no fucking sign that say I’m a gangsta bitch don’t play with me
Ain’t talking ‘bout them racist crackers bitch I got 3 K’s with me
Cuz don’t wanna rap he say he cool with being a gravedigger
My mind fucked up, my head hurt, I’m getting tired
They said they was in this shit 4L I knew them niggas was lyin’
The broke can’t lead the broke, and the blind can’t lead the blind
Wish BK was still alive to hear him say it one more time
Clutch the knocks in the bed I sleep with murder on my mind
Every time we go up on the score I’m sleeping kinda fine
Every time we went to war turned niggas blocks to columbine
If I could tell you every time nigga stop me when I’m lyin’
On god
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