Attention Deficit

After this song I might just go fed
Nigga I need me some get back
Slide on opps and
I go get my lick back
Like a deucey that
Bitch got no kick back
You gone die if
I find out you with that
Put my dick in her mouth
Yea she ate that
I can't cuff you lil baby yea
I meant that
Kick her out of my house
And I'm gone
These niggas be scared
Don't know what I'm on
Slide on the opps and
I get they ass gone
I ain't squashing no beef
So quit calling my phone
These niggas some bitches
I knew all along
I ain't beefing with niggas
They scary ass fuck
Run your mouth like a bitch
You be talking to much
Always keep a blick on me
These niggas some snakes
On gang I'll shoot a nigga
Right in the face
On God these niggas
Be talking to the Jakes
Just copped me a k
Spray that bitch like some mase
Got my foot on the gas
Like a nigga trying to race
This 7.62 rip threw his face
These niggas ain't real
These niggas so fake
That bitch ain't shit
Just fucked her face
Just swallowed my kids
Only thing that she ate
Aye
Slide on my block and
You wont slide again
Got 40s and macs and couple fn's
My shorty's be thirsty
And ready to kill
I say one word then
You want wont breathe again
All my niggas be with it on
Gang
Ain't cool with no rappers
They really be lame
Can't get close to me
I snatch yo chain
Aye

This forty got hella shots
Cooling kit like a fan
Ain't no going hot
We jus aim at yo face
Like a phot crop
On the block we sell D
And smoke on the opps
Putting pressure on niggas
They calling cops
At the bottom to long shooting for the top
And I swear I want stop
I want all the gwap
Trying reach hundred thousand
Til my heart stop
Hey
This forty got hella shots
Cooling kit like a fan
Ain't no going hot
We jus aim at yo face
Like a phot crop
On the block we sell D
And smoke on the opps
Putting pressure on niggas
They calling cops
At the bottom to long
Shooting for the top
And I swear I want stop
I want all the gwap
Trying reach hundred thousand
Til my heart stop
Bitch

Murder murder with the pen
G - O - D with the flow
Breathe life through your windpipe
3-4 On the chest
Chase dream like Hakeem
I don't even need a pen stripe
Only strike when the
Iron plugged in right
Forethought I don't
Ever need ya insight
How to rob whole
Industry a bank heist
Word to 50 ain't nobody
Fuckin wit me
Ain't no split when ya tables empty
So Impossible Like
Whitney with me
Blow green like it's sticky icky
Every little step I take take take take
On my Bobby cuz I hardly get a break break break
Ahhhh
Peter griff
Gotta get a grip
Make money flip
Somersault till the summer sick
Ahh ahh I shit on you
(Ahh Ahh)
Dont push me to my pinnacle
Yo hate become my dinner food
Phone booth jump out bid ness suit
Say bitch don't touch my cape
You see touch my crown
This Afro shape
So foxy brown up in the 70s
Hustle can't get ahead of me
Even if you speed racin'
Ancestors a different pedigree
Ladies they yelling let me see
Heard that you get down
Miss Run yo mouth I will go missin
Slim shady just ask around
Play doctor with chocolate bodies
Augustus Gloop with the mommies
Heard yo nigga got you stressed
She said baby please don't remind me
Shit

This forty got hella shots
Cooling kit like a fan
Ain't no going hot
We jus aim at yo face
Like a phot crop
On the block we sell D
And smoke on the opps
Putting pressure on niggas
They calling cops
At the bottom to
Long shooting for the top
And I swear I want stop
I want all the gwap
Trying reach hundred thousand
Til my heart stop
Hey
This forty got hella shots
Cooling kit like a fan
Ain't no going hot
We jus aim at yo face
Like a phot crop
On the block we sell D
And smoke on the opps
Putting pressure on niggas
They calling cops
At the bottom to long shooting for the top
And I swear I want stop
I want all the gwap
Trying reach hundred thousand
Til my heart stop
Bitch