[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
You saw that fire from a distance, but you let it go
You let it burn, now it's really gettin' out of control
Now all the sudden, you come runnin', but it's way too late
You watch that shit take over your hood, and then you live in hate
Like I said
"Don't ya come around when you see a motherfucker blow"
Just wait to drown, let that water fill your lungs and throat
Bitch, you ain't a thang 'cept for handshake, no "Hello"
And don't you say you know me, ho, 'cause Schema all I know
Oh, you can call me the son of the Devil and pray for me never
That chill down my throat
Wait around, waitin' for what? I don't know
I'm just chillin', ignorin' you, gust hit my soul
Pushin' that burgundy dope when that bitch hit my lap
And I start to invite her close
Listen, now you could be sittin' and judgin' from something
If only you wasn't a ho
[Verse 2: JGRXXN]
Damn, JGRXXN turn to the max
Now I want his ass on a track, is it cool?
See your shit blowin' up and you know I fucks wit' you, huh?
Even though I never hit your phone and never returned your texts
Don't give a fuck about that, see that shit on the rise
And I want a piece of that pie, yuh
Hold up, ho, slow your roll, stay your distance, fall out back
Who is you? You's a foo, if you think that's gonna work
Triple six, ain't no blunts, on Indica, in the cut
Better control your ho 'cause she see us blowin' up
You saw that fire from a distance, but you let it go
You let it burn, now it's really gettin' out of control
Now all the sudden, you come runnin', but it's way too late
You watch that shit take over your hood, and then you live in hate
Like I said
"Don't ya come around when you see a motherfucker blow"
Just wait to drown, let that water fill your lungs and throat
Bitch, you ain't a thang 'cept for handshake, no "Hello"
And don't you say you know me, ho, 'cause Schema all I know
Oh, you can call me the son of the Devil and pray for me never
That chill down my throat
Wait around, waitin' for what? I don't know
I'm just chillin', ignorin' you, gust hit my soul
Pushin' that burgundy dope when that bitch hit my lap
And I start to invite her close
Listen, now you could be sittin' and judgin' from something
If only you wasn't a ho
[Verse 2: JGRXXN]
Damn, JGRXXN turn to the max
Now I want his ass on a track, is it cool?
See your shit blowin' up and you know I fucks wit' you, huh?
Even though I never hit your phone and never returned your texts
Don't give a fuck about that, see that shit on the rise
And I want a piece of that pie, yuh
Hold up, ho, slow your roll, stay your distance, fall out back
Who is you? You's a foo, if you think that's gonna work
Triple six, ain't no blunts, on Indica, in the cut
Better control your ho 'cause she see us blowin' up
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