Psycho Pass
I'm coming through the front, I ain't worried 'bout shit
Trying to harm me, I leave his ass like a tip
I'ma tell you now, I'ma twist him like a hip
Then smoke a blunt by my motherfucking self
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of you here
Bitch, I only rap just to let you niggas hear
And when we do a show, your fan base disappear
Bitch, I ain't lying, I'ma keep it sincere
Bitch, since when could you chill up over here?
Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer
Get hit too, shit bitch might as well
I don't even talk, all a ho do is tell
I'm standing on a boat, finna set the damn sail
I burn incense because my brain likes the smell
She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell
I ain't say come but she at the hotel
Fuck a nigga mean, me and my niggas don't be fucking with niggas
We give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas
Or whoever with you
I pull up to my nigga then'll spark
Blunts already rolled, what the fuck a nigga thought?
East Memphis streets still burning damn hot
Police might as well live up on the damn clock
That's why I stay in the goddamn house
On the damn couch while I eat take-out
Text T.A. when the weed run out
Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out
I be on the beach feeling like a bird now
Smoking on an ounce on the roof of the house
Master Roshi tried to kick a nigga out
'Cause I had a sack, I ain't tell his ass about
Bitch you fucking know what the fuck do we about
Hollow Squad Blunts don't never fade out
Bitch!
Trying to harm me, I leave his ass like a tip
I'ma tell you now, I'ma twist him like a hip
Then smoke a blunt by my motherfucking self
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of you here
Bitch, I only rap just to let you niggas hear
And when we do a show, your fan base disappear
Bitch, I ain't lying, I'ma keep it sincere
Bitch, since when could you chill up over here?
Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer
Get hit too, shit bitch might as well
I don't even talk, all a ho do is tell
I'm standing on a boat, finna set the damn sail
I burn incense because my brain likes the smell
She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell
I ain't say come but she at the hotel
Fuck a nigga mean, me and my niggas don't be fucking with niggas
We give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas
Or whoever with you
I pull up to my nigga then'll spark
Blunts already rolled, what the fuck a nigga thought?
East Memphis streets still burning damn hot
Police might as well live up on the damn clock
That's why I stay in the goddamn house
On the damn couch while I eat take-out
Text T.A. when the weed run out
Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out
I be on the beach feeling like a bird now
Smoking on an ounce on the roof of the house
Master Roshi tried to kick a nigga out
'Cause I had a sack, I ain't tell his ass about
Bitch you fucking know what the fuck do we about
Hollow Squad Blunts don't never fade out
Bitch!
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Beard, Emilio Barrios
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