(Verse)
Step back
And watch em sit on they ass
I'm makin it blast
Cause silly kittens killin for cash
Collision with visions
Really ridding my world from a fact
Crazy how makin hoes laugh boutta get the game a bag
Like (woah)
Noah really onto something
Gave a bomb to the mob
Cause my momma love me
Plus I'm hungry
Every day they sayin fuck me
So I guess my line of work
Is turnin words to money
Shit
Who would've guessed
N game boutta oppress
From depress
Think I needa destress
Collect a couple heads for the fireplace
Gimme spacе bitch
Cause life is jus a laced Blunt
Shit I'll smokе til I'm dead
Couple seconds of fun
But Outta luck quick
Boutta flip the whole fuckin function
Just for the fuck shit
Angry motherfucker boutta come up onna luncheon
Yuh
I'm boutta buss quick hoe
So get the fuck out my throat
Comin for the dough
Pennies on my nuts
Dollar signs on the dome
Always knockin on my door
But he ain't fuckin home
No more
No more
Couldn't breathe til I dropped to the floor
Stopped keepin score
Stop peepin holes
Lot in the morgue
Morbid brain boutta take a lot fuckin more
Top of the forbes
Uhh
There's more to bitties then being pretty in short shorts
Like what you comin short for
This ain't the 4th quarter
Yous is fuckin pork pork
Shit I'm makin full courts
Still throwin fouls what a poor sport
You couldn't touch me if my fortified pillow fort collapsed
To a sad set of pieces from the past
So I'm runnin to the bag
While they try to fuckin laugh
But they whole fuckin day made of
Trappers boutta relapse
Shit
Perhaps I'm just tryna relax
Step back
And watch em sit on they ass
I'm makin it blast
Cause silly kittens killin for cash
Collision with visions
Really ridding my world from a fact
Crazy how makin hoes laugh boutta get the game a bag
Like (woah)
Noah really onto something
Gave a bomb to the mob
Cause my momma love me
Plus I'm hungry
Every day they sayin fuck me
So I guess my line of work
Is turnin words to money
Shit
Who would've guessed
N game boutta oppress
From depress
Think I needa destress
Collect a couple heads for the fireplace
Gimme spacе bitch
Cause life is jus a laced Blunt
Shit I'll smokе til I'm dead
Couple seconds of fun
But Outta luck quick
Boutta flip the whole fuckin function
Just for the fuck shit
Angry motherfucker boutta come up onna luncheon
Yuh
I'm boutta buss quick hoe
So get the fuck out my throat
Comin for the dough
Pennies on my nuts
Dollar signs on the dome
Always knockin on my door
But he ain't fuckin home
No more
No more
Couldn't breathe til I dropped to the floor
Stopped keepin score
Stop peepin holes
Lot in the morgue
Morbid brain boutta take a lot fuckin more
Top of the forbes
Uhh
There's more to bitties then being pretty in short shorts
Like what you comin short for
This ain't the 4th quarter
Yous is fuckin pork pork
Shit I'm makin full courts
Still throwin fouls what a poor sport
You couldn't touch me if my fortified pillow fort collapsed
To a sad set of pieces from the past
So I'm runnin to the bag
While they try to fuckin laugh
But they whole fuckin day made of
Trappers boutta relapse
Shit
Perhaps I'm just tryna relax
( N-Game )
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