Temper lyrics

by

Lil Eazzyy


[Intro]
Uh, sleaze money
Yeah, go
(Thanks, Yakree)
Uh, uh, b*tch

[Verse]
Pedal to floor, watch me get loose (Skrrt)
Switch on the back of a 'Vet (Uh, grrt), goofy lil' boy better move (b*tch)
I was right back to the trap everyday right as soon as I got outta school (For real)
Why the f*ck would I go beef on on the 'net when we really using our tools? (Huh? n*gga)
Every new year, boy, my crib done got bigger (No cap)
Next thing, I'ma cop me a Richard (Huh?)
I gotta sh*t on them n*ggas that said I wouldn't make it, I bet they ain't making no skrilla (f*ck 'em)
No cap, boy, this sh*t done got realer, you n*ggas still making them Trillers (Huh?)
The 'Raq a turn you to a killer, I madе it out, I'm a winner
That thin line look a lil' thinner (Yеah), I really been tryna just hold in my temper (Oh, yeah)
I got a amigo 'cross state, they shippin' burritos or we hide it in the fender (I knew it)
New lil' ho scam and she just got an advance, say she got a couple vendors (Yeah)
Stupid lil' boy, these ain't regular vendors
Two pints, fifteen, b*tch, I'm a wizard (A wizard)
They know who to not let get some money, it's too late, huh? (Yeah)
Ayy, boy, I been lookin' for yo' ass, where my pape'? Uh (Where my pape')
Back of the Glock to the back of the face, D.O.A. (Go)
I know they mad, I'm in this rappin' sh*t, I'm finna stay (For real)
Know lil' Perc' can't save a ho, b*tch, no way (At all)
b*tch, this is a Fendi scarf, not a cape (b*tch)
My new lil' b*tch natural, yo' b*tch, she got lace (Ugh)
n*ggas know I'll slide back to 'Raq, that's any day (Let's go, n*gga)
If n*ggas a start poppin' back outside, I might just swing (Skrrt)
n*gga, you not havin' sh*t, I sleep in Helmut Lang
Crazy how motherf*ckers get some money then they change (Fakes)
I ain't stressing it, this AMG in sport, I switched a lane (Skrrt)
No cap, boy, patience done got low, y'all on the 'net di*k sucking for follows
Couldn't be me, care less, need guapo, touch my skrilla, better duck yo' taco
G19, turn his top into nachos, I got no love for bop hoes
Gettin' a crate like hittin' the lotto, new straps, new GATs, b*tch, the block on (Valid)
[Outro]
New straps, new GATs, b*tch, the block on
Damn, on fonem
Fah, damn
Go, sleazy on it, CEO, BEO sh*t, n*gga, I'ma be a real wiz
CEO, yeah, n*gga
Fonem
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