Manslaughter
Bitch I go hard in the paint, you think you're the shit, but you ain't
I'm tryna run up my bank, ran up my racks, and now I've got rank
Bitch I be sharp as a shank, I'm out my mind I can't think
This lil .380, it pack a lil punch, hit you in the chest, it feel like a tank
Yeah you might say I'ma maniac, killa instinct, lil bitch better get back
Knick nack, patty wack, give a dawg a bone, pray for your papi, he ain't coming home
Yeah you might say I'ma lunatic, ain't with the kumbaya shit, I'm all about foolishness
Nosey ass bitch, asking me all these questions, I ain't got nothing to do with it
Haters say I'm out my element, mane I do this shit right here for the hell of it
Damned if I do, damned if I don't, they want me dead its evident
I've got em mad, thats definite, all that pussy ass shit, its irrelevant
Talkin down like a bitch, I don't give a fuck, just like I'm celibate
Sick in the brain, never been normal mane, they look at me, like I'm a lame
You're scared to be different, bitch we're not the same, workin the wheel
And I'm hoggin my lane
If its some pressure, I'm not the aggressor, you can call God, but he ain't gonna help ya
Pussy ass bitch, should've stayed in your lane, if you're saying my name
Make sure it's in vain, bitch
I'm tryna run up my bank, ran up my racks, and now I've got rank
Bitch I be sharp as a shank, I'm out my mind I can't think
This lil .380, it pack a lil punch, hit you in the chest, it feel like a tank
Yeah you might say I'ma maniac, killa instinct, lil bitch better get back
Knick nack, patty wack, give a dawg a bone, pray for your papi, he ain't coming home
Yeah you might say I'ma lunatic, ain't with the kumbaya shit, I'm all about foolishness
Nosey ass bitch, asking me all these questions, I ain't got nothing to do with it
Haters say I'm out my element, mane I do this shit right here for the hell of it
Damned if I do, damned if I don't, they want me dead its evident
I've got em mad, thats definite, all that pussy ass shit, its irrelevant
Talkin down like a bitch, I don't give a fuck, just like I'm celibate
Sick in the brain, never been normal mane, they look at me, like I'm a lame
You're scared to be different, bitch we're not the same, workin the wheel
And I'm hoggin my lane
If its some pressure, I'm not the aggressor, you can call God, but he ain't gonna help ya
Pussy ass bitch, should've stayed in your lane, if you're saying my name
Make sure it's in vain, bitch
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Writer(s): Randall Trevillion
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