Been in my bag, staying on my grind
Fucking on that bitch, I go forward, then I rewind, yuh
You swipe your card, that’s like decline
Too many numbers in my bank, it’s hard to remind, yuh
Bad little bitch on my dick though
If that ain’t your bitch, then where the fuck your bitch go?
I come stomping in your hood, you better tip-toe
Talking this shit but it’s like i’m above and you’re below
Stay away from the L’s, I ain’t getting those
If you mad, that’s too bad, you ain’t getting hoes
We come shooting in your block, that’s an episode
We gon’ see you from a distance like telescope
Wait bitch, I think I hear something wack, yuh
That’s just your new fucking track (uh-huh)
She ask when I’m coming back
Replying “You talk nonsense” I’m like bitch, it’s facts (what? bitch)
I’m like bitch, it’s facts
Talking mad shit, cause there’s taste that you lack, yuh
End the problem, ain’t no going back
(Bury shots up in his brain, erase the evidence and dash) bury shots up in his brain, erase the evidence and dash
Aye, I’m not on XXL but I’m a freshman, yuh
See me in her contacts, she be texting, huh
Ring ring, plug hit my phone and we link
Shoot a drum in your brain, watch the ammo count shrink
Talking all this shit with hopes that I would give a fuck
Shoot a mag between your eyes and solve the problem fore were fucked
Holes in your skull so quick, that there ain’t no abrupt
Tracking the addy, you’re like sitting ducks
(Pause)
I was out late night, these demons curse me
Hoping if this album turns, these songs finna reverse me
You only say no do, you spitting shit diversely
If a motherfucker shoot, he’ll be inside the hearse before me
Listen to this shit, and compare it to yours first
I know you ain’t talking, you know which is worse
All I keep doing is spitting on these verses
And there ain’t no fucking tours if I’m laying in a hearse
Blocking your vision like you’re fucking blind
Talk all your shit, it won’t rain on my grind
Leave you to the past and leave our memories behind
Your brain turning hollow ‘fore it gets to your mind
All of these labels been on my line
Splatter your brain on the wall, you’re behind
R.I.P to Juice, yeah I gotta stay high
Pay attention to surroundings, I can pay for you to die
Popping these meds like a fucking addiction
And every song ranks me higher positions
Pull up on me and your blood will be dripping
Yeah ion spit lies bitch, life ain’t a fiction, yuh
(Pause)
Not scared to end a life and not scared for mine to end
Step up on this block and then your living will depend
I got perfect aim so at a shootout, don’t attend
Or I send shots up in your chest while my numbers ascend
Landing shots on me and then I’ll kill you and your friend
(Fuck your homie dead) all my numbers just extend
If you tryna opp, I’ll end your life like it’s pretend
No you won’t say a word and I’ll make sure you’re fucking dead
If you find me on the fucking highway then you might die
Tracking your IP like it’s fucking i-spy
These barrels are eyes and they do nothing but cry
Shoot up your block, don’t care bout the shit I defy
Yuh, feeding me lies
To your brain, all these bullets apply
Times rolling black, like the motherfucking sky
When I find you, don’t got time to say bye
Fucking on that bitch, I go forward, then I rewind, yuh
You swipe your card, that’s like decline
Too many numbers in my bank, it’s hard to remind, yuh
Bad little bitch on my dick though
If that ain’t your bitch, then where the fuck your bitch go?
I come stomping in your hood, you better tip-toe
Talking this shit but it’s like i’m above and you’re below
Stay away from the L’s, I ain’t getting those
If you mad, that’s too bad, you ain’t getting hoes
We come shooting in your block, that’s an episode
We gon’ see you from a distance like telescope
Wait bitch, I think I hear something wack, yuh
That’s just your new fucking track (uh-huh)
She ask when I’m coming back
Replying “You talk nonsense” I’m like bitch, it’s facts (what? bitch)
I’m like bitch, it’s facts
Talking mad shit, cause there’s taste that you lack, yuh
End the problem, ain’t no going back
(Bury shots up in his brain, erase the evidence and dash) bury shots up in his brain, erase the evidence and dash
Aye, I’m not on XXL but I’m a freshman, yuh
See me in her contacts, she be texting, huh
Ring ring, plug hit my phone and we link
Shoot a drum in your brain, watch the ammo count shrink
Talking all this shit with hopes that I would give a fuck
Shoot a mag between your eyes and solve the problem fore were fucked
Holes in your skull so quick, that there ain’t no abrupt
Tracking the addy, you’re like sitting ducks
(Pause)
I was out late night, these demons curse me
Hoping if this album turns, these songs finna reverse me
You only say no do, you spitting shit diversely
If a motherfucker shoot, he’ll be inside the hearse before me
Listen to this shit, and compare it to yours first
I know you ain’t talking, you know which is worse
All I keep doing is spitting on these verses
And there ain’t no fucking tours if I’m laying in a hearse
Blocking your vision like you’re fucking blind
Talk all your shit, it won’t rain on my grind
Leave you to the past and leave our memories behind
Your brain turning hollow ‘fore it gets to your mind
All of these labels been on my line
Splatter your brain on the wall, you’re behind
R.I.P to Juice, yeah I gotta stay high
Pay attention to surroundings, I can pay for you to die
Popping these meds like a fucking addiction
And every song ranks me higher positions
Pull up on me and your blood will be dripping
Yeah ion spit lies bitch, life ain’t a fiction, yuh
(Pause)
Not scared to end a life and not scared for mine to end
Step up on this block and then your living will depend
I got perfect aim so at a shootout, don’t attend
Or I send shots up in your chest while my numbers ascend
Landing shots on me and then I’ll kill you and your friend
(Fuck your homie dead) all my numbers just extend
If you tryna opp, I’ll end your life like it’s pretend
No you won’t say a word and I’ll make sure you’re fucking dead
If you find me on the fucking highway then you might die
Tracking your IP like it’s fucking i-spy
These barrels are eyes and they do nothing but cry
Shoot up your block, don’t care bout the shit I defy
Yuh, feeding me lies
To your brain, all these bullets apply
Times rolling black, like the motherfucking sky
When I find you, don’t got time to say bye
( YFA )
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