published on
@citr3s
Lyrics
Holding it I can’t, like shark in the tank,
This chamber get empty, your soul
To turn to paint,
Picasso can’t help it, I turn you designer,
Your face on a shirt, and they asking what happen,
Trust me I’m different, ain’t fussing dramatics
Dexter, I catch you, no need for no antics,
can’t talk when i’m triggered,
just air it out,
Pull up jamal when I come 40,
like howdy my nigga, I’ll deal wit you shortly,
his body start jumping, wit sounds of that 40,
you thought he was dancing, ain’t missing shit woody,
so now they going kill me, they missing they homie,
I told you lil niggas, ain’t fucking wit cloning,
ain’t trusting no bullshit, I rather be lonely,
we shooting at ops, ain’t no question we on it,
they still tryna figure out, when I got on it,
est 91, and ain’t never been phony,
no new friends,
now i’m only friends wit my money,
blue benji, and grant,
and then i’m a loner,
competing wit niggas,
no not, when i’m on it,
But reflex a killer,
this not what you wanted,
anderson silva,
don’t run up you sleeping,
corny lil niggas,
can’t be my opponents,
it’s bitch in the air,
And I think that’s you homie,
Yo bitch on my line,
you can guess what I tell her,
Bitch off my phone,
but she laughing like get her,
and what can i say,
like my god she a spiter,
split her, then tiller,
please don’t hit my jack.
ain’t picking up shit,
got the low on ya spot,
sending bat signals,
you finna get packe,
bullets going fold,
like you was a mac,
eyes red den a bitch,
you’d think I was mac,
but nah i’m not peaceful,
no problem get smacked,
then watch’em retreat,
got’em swinging white flags,
but ain’t no surrender,
we render your death,
damn that shit graphic,
yo brain on yo dress,
sounding like fab,
you just can’t catch yo breath,
yo life had a tag,
so i put it on sell,
they calling it fashion,
this shit look frail,
show up black tee,
put yo heart in the mail,
look at yo face,
man you look mighty pail,
but this what you asked for,
so welcome hell,
suck dick cause you have to,
you look kinda stale,
hail from the city, can’t look for approval,
we moving in silence, cause talking not useful,
lived wit some shit that I could not get used to,
the comments be crazy, you’d think I was youtube,
so now i’m a hitta,
these comma’s keep flipping,
been balling like pippin,
but now I’m on jordan,
still we not flexing,
ain’t brought me jewelry,
goat to you peasents,
don’t need me no jewlery,
fuck wit a king,
and they writing eulogy,
talking bout stories,
like damn man he used to be,
no bullshit, i called it,
no pulpit, we pull it.
young wilt wit the tooly
ain’t nothing like shooting,
this ain’t no picture,
my bitch rather useful,
back off that shit,
that these niggas not used to,
now watch’em tune in,
like they driving a u u,
ain’t fucking wit niggas
like I was mew two,
anime references,
but trust me I’ll shoot you,
these niggas so hot,
but they really be dodo,
persona be wack,
man that shit be some boo boo,
fufu ma fuckas,
get treat like some fubu,
bufu ma fucka,
ain’t fucking wit you dudes,
booth in my blunt,
i ain’t nothing like you dudes,
muthesla vibes,
you can’t tell how I got here,
- Genre
- Vii