Take It How U Want

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce

I'm a Nightmare, don't fight fair
But we ain't come for that
Look, my face is covered in blues
What's that a hundred stacks?

Lightening, brightening, frightening
My wrist, a thunder cat
Bop me, top me, slop me, can I come home to that?
Poured a five, I'm gone, let Mister Mosley rap
Grimy, shiesty, sniper, he want cul-de-sacs
Margiela, Maison sweater, can't get too old for that
Get crucified, the Ruler, know where my throne is at

Own me, owe me, clone me
But you can't do this here
Vs with bathing ape, 'cause I ain't new to this
Big banc uchie for sure, this ain't a crucifix
Ugh, she show mud, they just know who it is
I am Mister Mosley, got niggas shootin' kids
I really don't condone it, my life of Judases

Snakey, snakey, snakey, send fire through the pits
My hitman treacherous, Bino, he know for shootin' kids
ISIS, crisis, for a hundred I could call him in
He crazy, sprayin' me 'fore he even get to say I'm in
Never say never, but I ain't never tryna see the pen
Fix your face, you mad but I just came to win
Could never build a label, when niggas is showin' favoritism
And watch your mouth or what gon' happen
You know just what it is

Stinky, stinky, chinky, homewrecker to the kids
Drakeo calm down for what? Shit these niggas vicious
Say it to my face, these niggas be sneak dissin'
Maison margielas the same as my Beretta
Grab a shoe and wear it, these niggas be Cinderella's
Made it thunderstorm, blew you umbrellas, who do it better?

Sheesh, tell these niggas shut they fuckin' mouths
The Grinch just stole Christmas, Easter, and another pouch
What you want? I body bag opponents
Niggas got the crooked face
Bitch, but Drakeo put you on it

Mister Mosley, damn take it how you want it, bitch
Ten chains on bitch, my neck hurt, shit, ugh

It's regular



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Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell
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