Horoscope

Heard you had to power up
Who made this beat?
Yeah bitch you look stupid
Where is you at? Quiet
Twisted genius baby

Hollow tips go through the car and rip the motor out
Soldier step on his ass and pass me the glock let's make his heart stop
Dawg I can't pass it, fuck it here you go
It's smoke around the corner check ya horoscope, it's time to up the scope

Niggas be cappin with that gas, I smoke it by the O
A lotta money, I see it all in my horoscope
Gotta go back to move forward gotta move with a purpose
And if you want it and went and got it just know you deserve
And I'm so thankful he keep blessing me
He showed an opportunity to have the recipe, glock on my side
If he my dawg then he right next to me, my little homie

Just caught a flag aint talking referee
Choppa hit them all, it's a official, oh it's a rap
I know these niggas pussy
Fuck niggas I like to slap
Pull out myself and do his A
Ain't with the cap, he think I'm lacking
He a fool and I know that's a fact, I'm living what I rap

Hollow tips go through the car and rip the motor out
Soldier step on his ass and pass me the glock let's make his heart stop
Dawg I can't pass it, fuck it here you go
It's smoke around the corner check ya horoscope, it time to up the scope

So start with his ass we gon make that boy heart stop
Grab the sticks we're ready to up shore
My nigga just zipped on one slipped on a allah?
Double cup bitch I'm sipping on wildcard
Got so many sticks we done turned into a rockstar
Rock out with them sticks like a guitar

See what the key rides
Plus Ron keep a stick to they gon drop you for keys no push start
We got glocks, two two threes, and them Drakes, we got everything that'll come eat ya face
All my niggas hungry they might wipe ya nose and take what's off ya plate
Luh Soldier he know that I'm thuggin, I keep the glock on me even out of state
Little junkie got wrong and I pulled that bitch out was fin cook him like some steak

Hollow tips go through the car and rip the motor out
Soldier step on his ass and pass me the glock let's make his heart stop
Dawg I can't pass it, fuck it here you go
It's smoke around the corner check ya horoscope, it time to up the scope (let go!)

(Eh eh gang)
(Eh eh gang)
(Eh eh gang)



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Swain, Deundraeus Portis
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