$lowdown
Bitch, I'm fine, not
I don't wanna motherfuckin' talk
Wanna grab a motherfuckin' Glock
Make an outline with the chalk
Cause you bitches be pissing me way the fuck off
Stupid motherfucker tryna con me
Other motherfuckers might've fallen
But you can kiss my ass, go and pucker up upon it, uh
You can't motherfuckin' stand next to me
Audacity of these bitches is perplexing me
All these thotties wanna fuck up off the ecstasy
Leave 'em floating down the river to the Chesapeake
Bitch I don't care, ain't that my motto now
Blasted to space, like I'm Apollo now
I don't need to calm down, I ain't fuckin' starting now
Spilled all your blood on my tee, that's a party foul
Bitches always acting like I owe 'em somethin'
Ask me how I got it, I don't know nothin'
Bitch I don't talk, I don't wanna know ya
Got some balls testing me, like Zohan
You ain't wanna know how this go down
Chop you up, screw you and slow down
Picking up a choppa and I mow 'em down
Turn this fuckin' bitch to a ghost town
Uh, I ain't your friend or your enemy
Only speak out of necessity
Drowning myself in the Hennessy 'til I get blown in the head like I'm Kennedy
Who the fuck you, you ain't impressing me
Not a thing left but to rest in peace
Don't wanna be, part of your memory
So I'ma load up some rounds in my remedy
Bitches always acting like I owe 'em something
Ask me how I got it, I don't know nothing
Bitch I don't talk, I don't wanna know ya
Got some balls testing me, like Zohan
You ain't wanna know how this go down
Chop you up, screw you and slow down
I don't wanna motherfuckin' talk
Wanna grab a motherfuckin' Glock
Make an outline with the chalk
Cause you bitches be pissing me way the fuck off
Stupid motherfucker tryna con me
Other motherfuckers might've fallen
But you can kiss my ass, go and pucker up upon it, uh
You can't motherfuckin' stand next to me
Audacity of these bitches is perplexing me
All these thotties wanna fuck up off the ecstasy
Leave 'em floating down the river to the Chesapeake
Bitch I don't care, ain't that my motto now
Blasted to space, like I'm Apollo now
I don't need to calm down, I ain't fuckin' starting now
Spilled all your blood on my tee, that's a party foul
Bitches always acting like I owe 'em somethin'
Ask me how I got it, I don't know nothin'
Bitch I don't talk, I don't wanna know ya
Got some balls testing me, like Zohan
You ain't wanna know how this go down
Chop you up, screw you and slow down
Picking up a choppa and I mow 'em down
Turn this fuckin' bitch to a ghost town
Uh, I ain't your friend or your enemy
Only speak out of necessity
Drowning myself in the Hennessy 'til I get blown in the head like I'm Kennedy
Who the fuck you, you ain't impressing me
Not a thing left but to rest in peace
Don't wanna be, part of your memory
So I'ma load up some rounds in my remedy
Bitches always acting like I owe 'em something
Ask me how I got it, I don't know nothing
Bitch I don't talk, I don't wanna know ya
Got some balls testing me, like Zohan
You ain't wanna know how this go down
Chop you up, screw you and slow down
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