Feedback

Yeah I like how it starts, I fuck with that shit

I'm stuck in my ways
Tolerance high, smoke a couple of jays
Runnin' this shit like I run from the jakes
Bet you gon' trip like a blunt that was laced
'Cause you a lil bitch, can't keep up with my pace
Aye, aye
Don't even try it, see it I like it then I'm finna buy it
Bitch favor me over you like she biased
You be the type to get tight and start cryin'
Know that it's true but still claim that I'm lyin'
That ain't the case 'cause you don't see me flyin'
Just face the facts and stop trying to fight it
Yuh, yuh
I'll give you three tips like a trident
Number one: stop actin' like you defiant
That'll be the reason you end up dying
Number two: you ain't the shit so be quiet
Can't be a boss if you act like a client
Number three: be about your biz or mind it
Go and get rich like your last name was Brian
Learned from the best so there ain't no denyin'
Don't let that go over your head like a chemtrail
You don't know a thing about what this life entails
Exposing what's inside of you like some entrails
Burnin' so much I'm prepared to live in hell
I get high just like Mt. Everest
Pop me an addy I never rest
Got my heart all on my sleeve you a sweater vest
Got it on lock like a treasure chest
Aye

I make speakers fucking knock
I fuck bitches from your block
I cause problems for the cops
I stare straight when I shoot shots
I like seeing bodies drop
I park boats on top of docks
I like fucking up a lot
Hang with haters tie up knots

Ayy I live and I die
I drink when I'm fried
Don't split on my fries
You're killing my vibes
I cut on old ties
You better not try
'Cause given my size
You won't stay alive
Victimize sodomize synthesize rhymes
I visualize synchronize digitize bytes
Don't hit up my socials when I send you clips
You keep on barking then bullets get bit
Bitch get out of my way
Spill blood brains you ain't in my range but you getting ripped
Guess I contradict better that than miss
When I make new hits stay easy to piss when they ain't done shit
Fit elevators with imitators who could use the lift
Calibrate bars to match my gift
If I never meet God then I know I'm him
Slowly been feeling new flows
Hold my kicks when I'm down ten toes
Never been rich but I know I'm gold
Most wanna shoot shots but they all D Rose
Wanna talk shit you can kiss my ass
Can't lay new roots 'cause you all smoke grass
You jump through hoops 'cause you cannot pass
Bet you failed in school 'cause you ain't got class I oop
Ayy, what cums from my tongue, will beat on these
Pussies I fill up on whiskey and then I get frisky
I feel I'd be dumb-found dead that's lucky, lucky for you
Suck on my dick and then on my pubes
I feel It'd be rude, to not run and shoot
Kids have been dying I'm wasting my youth
Won't live to be old, so I gotta do, what I was born to
And if I succeed then I'm chopping more cheese than I oughta be eating
Wanna have progeny that'd be proud of me
Leave 'em a legacy never need dollar tree, modesty
Fuck with no Reggie's they only get broccoli
Fuck with my credit 'cause no one's been checking me
Raised out in Queens guess I'm born to be royalty
Tracks like the 7 but this ain't no lucky streak

Ooh, fuck I like bitches with pretty big boobs
People walk by me and check out my shoes
No one my enemy think I'm quite cute
Bumping my head I feel like Caillou
Fuck I like bitches with pretty big boobs
People walk by me and check out my shoes
No one my enemy think I'm quite cute
Bumping my head I feel like I'm Caillou

I make speakers fucking knock
I fuck bitches from your block
I cause problems for the cops
I stare straight when I shoot shots
I like seeing bodies drop
I park boats on top of docks
I like fucking up a lot
Hang with haters tie up knots
I make speakers fucking knock
I fuck bitches from your block
I cause problems for the cops
I stare straight when I shoot shots
I like seeing bodies drop
I park boats on top of docks
I like fucking up a lot
Hang with haters tie up knots

Yeah that was pretty cool dude



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Kwon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link