*EA*
Verse:
I’ve been that n*gga, run around with my killers, talking sh*t we gon split ya
Call up them killers they gon come for you n*gga
Every angle we gon hit ya
No one will miss ya, lemme paint a vivid picture
Of me f*cking on your sister
Let it slip in it her, the way she grip on the di*k, I might give that b*tch a blister
Nah i’m not acting, 305 where I be chilling, you will never catch me lacking
Boy stop that acting, di*k all down her throat, you might hear that b*tch smacking
(hahaha alright calm down bruh you getting too f*cked up but keep it going tho)
Nah f*ck it n*gga ima have to show
Give Me Time dropped but I ain’t done yet hoe
Call it Usain when I got the Bolt
Red beam and I got the scope
Got the .40 all up in your nostril
Ima go and let your brains blow
Nah I ain’t toting no guns bro
My hood n*ggas they the ones tho
We gon free retro, make it boom metro
Bullets flying when we let it go
Dreamz turned into a nightmare
Halloween got you in a scare
And I always been right here
Let it buzz like lightyear
I do this like every night yeah
All I do is bring the hype yeah
I had the sauce, no ketchup
All my tomatoes been ripe yeah
Been the livest since 13
For this music, it’s a grind ting
Like i’m on the board like skate 3
Or i’m on my pusha (GRINDIN!)
Hoodie on, with the sweatpants
I’m trigger happy make you running man
I’m running sh*t yeah that’s been the plan
Like Ski’s face I came for revenge
I’ve been that n*gga, run around with my killers, talking sh*t we gon split ya
Call up them killers they gon come for you n*gga
Every angle we gon hit ya
No one will miss ya, lemme paint a vivid picture
Of me and my n*ggas getting richer
Money ain’t gonna be issue, sick as hell need a tissue
Alright let me change beats real quick
*GUMMO*
Verse:
(Alabaster, what it do?!?)
Hate the song but I love the beat, I be in the streets
Run a check up like a track meet, why they mad at me
Cause I kill a beat with no hesitation, no more delays can’t keep y’all waiting
Be all in my conscience for a conversation, I ain’t chill on this sh*t don’t need meditation
Trill smoking on the medication, drop knowledge, y’all need education
Can’t wait til these album placements, creep on my targets from a near location
Hospital bout to have double patients, ex want me to be single that b*tch impatient
Let her wait, cause my girl staying, and her games nah I ain’t playing
Man f*ck all these old hoes, need my main goal
I be chilling with my old woes and my new woes
They know how we keep it trappin tho, keep it cracking yo
(hold up I got blood homies) how we keep it brackin yo
You will never catch me lacking yo, never catch me slipping
Tell yo b*tch to get off of my di*k, cause she clumsy that b*tch tripping
Y’all some faggots y’all be on my di*k, lurking on my insta
Worried bout what I be doing, you a whole female my n*gga
And we ain’t done yet, it’s still various my n*gga
And my index finger itching for the trigger
Milly rocking on your grave, outta disrespect my n*gga
Man you hoes just snakes I can see the way you slither
(like juicy j) I stay trippy
Indigo stay with me
We might end yo life sh*t just gon get risky
Sipping on the act like tea, that’s that lipton uh
Nah lemme stop I will never touch lean. f*ck all that sh*t