Bass Sounds Like Pluto

Back in it again
Before she was a friend or foe
Thats till the end
We smoking thoughts
So we tired
I cant hold again
Im out to get dividends
You have to quit before the fight
So forget about your darkness

So I'm back in it again (Back at it again)
Didn't mean to fuck
Didn't know she was your friend (I knew she was your friend)
Bro's before hoes
Nigga that's still the end
You don't respect the code
So I'm not sorry to offend (Nah)
That's why I'm fuckin her again
Then im out the door
Out to get dividends
Hurd you gotta grip
Wanna stick me for my flip
If you weren't quick
To drop that shit up out your lip
Nigga You won't do shit
Up it with a hic up Can' t even load the grip
Walking with my clique
Dirty Kicks with the fit
Its been bland for a while so Im cooking in lab it's lit
What's on the menu (You)
Bunch of rotten shit a Nigga been through
Crazy ass gas had me stuck a the drive thru (Smoking dope Nigga)
Now the known taboo
On my mental like tattoo (Its for the hope Nigga)

So you said you were beast (BEAST)
Is that all you got sounds like you was on a leash (Leash)
Out your pockets your presidents get impeached
Napkins for our feast
Cleats field niggas gotta eat (We gotta eat)
You don't tote no choppa (No)
Surviving in the jungle you looking like a lama (Looking Like a Hoe)
I usually drift slide away from all from the drama
Because karma is karma
Wonder who'll last longer

This how we rocket
Plug up in the socket
Always making hits while you Niggas Kids bop it
This how we rocket
Plug up in the socket
Always making hits while you Niggas Kids bop it
Combo on the beat
Know He gotta different mainframe
Always spitting heat
But we never talk the same thing
All my Niggas Eat stick together like the chain gang
Stood up on my feet
I don't wanna play the blame game
Floss it if you got it
They won't let you hide it
Dope shit We spit Narcotic
Went thru a lil bit it subsided
Harlem world Big town we reside in
Tell me me if I'm wallin
All my Nigga styling
Know a chick from Long Beach, Staten Island
She could get the long shh, nah I'm walling
Its a cold world they profiling

So you said you were beast (BEAST)
Is that all you got sounds like you was on a leash (Leash)
Out your pockets your presidents get impeached
Napkins for our feast
Cleats field niggas gotta eat (We gotta eat)
You don't tote no choppa (No)
Surviving in the jungle you looking like a lama (Looking Like a Hoe)
I usually drift slide away from all from the drama
Becuase karma is karma
Wonder who'll last longer

SuSWAV be the team karma be its mascot
Now we on the block
Don't make it hot
Can't afford to go pop
Opportunity to get away from your opps
Interfused With hip hop
Heard he selling out
Heard the boy went pop (Pop)
Fuck all that shit
I enjoy getting guap huh
Get it nonstop huh
Hitting non flop (Non flop)
Pussy in a body bag
That be your thot (They not thinking)
They don't Invest in common sense (They not thinking)
On the couch with a doobie asking help for the rent
(Kinfolk!) ready to vent
Ready to simp (Simp)
I been there before
Now I walk with a limp (Simple)
Having no bro's life can be cold
Who gone keep you in check when you only see gold
Not your lady friends
Because you only fuck with hoes (Still asking where the hoes at)
And half ya hitters fake
Kill you then throw in a rose (Now you laying dead in a casket)

So you said you were beast (BEAST)
Is that all you got sounds like you was on a leash (Leash)
Out your pockets your presidents get impeached
Napkins for our feast
Cleats field niggas gotta eat (We gotta eat)
You don't tote no choppa (No)
Surviving in the jungle you looking like a lama (Looking Like a Hoe)
I usually drift slide away from all from the drama
Because karma is karma
Wonder who'll last longer

This how we rocket
Plug up in the socket
Always making hits while you Niggas
Kids bop it
This how we rocket
Plug up in the socket
Always making hits while you Niggas
Kids bop it
Combo on the beat
Know He gotta different mainframe
Always spitting heat
But we never talk the same thing
All my Niggas Eat stick together like the chain gang
Stood up on my feet
I don't wanna play the blame game



Credits
Writer(s): Terrell Slater
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