For The Ones

For the ones
For the ones we lost
Damnit yeah I know
For the ones
For the ones like
Bitch I better better go

Hey
Why the fuck you look at me homie
Said why the fuck you look at me homie
How the fuck you still lack enough it isn't funny
Uh
Baby never gon fuck with it
Uh
Baby never gon fuck with ya
Uh
Baby never gon fuck you
If she ain't gon fuck me
Then you better back up in it

God damnit I know
I'm the menace
Like little mothafucka you diminished
God damnit I'm a beast
Boy you a scrimmage
Like Allen I've said
Don't practice no gimmicks
Aye
All up in France
She got an advance
And shopped in advance
She got in my pants
Cradle Larry Nance
Damnit I know
Put it on bro
200k
All off the dome
Far way from home
I'm never there
Now I spend money
On clothes I don't wear
Damn on the low I been getting hot
Mozambique
Flyer than a bot
In a cot
Fucking on a thot
If the plaques ain't gon be diamond
Then they better be gold
Cause I been
Going hard up on this tour XO
And god damnit mothafucka
I'm so cold I know
Marcus Zucker way I book my face
Look so smooth
Like what the fuck man
This dude don't lose
If dude don't lose
Then this dude gon snooze
And if this dude don't muse
Then this dude gon bruise
And if this dude refuse
Then I packed it too
And guess what lil mothafucka
That ain't you
Ah

Time's up in a minute
Applying all this pressure
Man it's making me fidget
Make my own genre
Damn I'm sick of the mimics
Plotting for the ring
Axe you like I'm Gimli
Your crew ain't getting neck or the V
It's a shame
Fucking on the money
Man it's making her sing
What the hell it do
Bring to Africa rain
God damnit mothafucka
In a drop top tank
God damn
80 on the beat
God damn
80 on the beat
God damn
And it's bout to
Go down
80 feeling weak
God damn
AD got em beat
King em

I'm just riffing it
I RIP'ed it absurd
Bloody like a beet
You know I kill purr
Pussy when I speak
I sing just like H.E.R
High intensity
So don't get HIIT
Ripped to pieces
Rest in peace when
Recipes
Get pieced with seasoning
Buddies bugging
They can't taste the sweets like Reese's
Buddy buddy
Till it come to a different Jesus
All these tummy tucking
Do-as-I-say or do-as-I-pleases
Bud in on her legs wide open
Please the Mrs.
Budden on a angry rant
Bout Yachts and preachers
Budding star
I might just have me a junior
Call him my sun
Mind fuck
Man I'm never making it up
God damnit mothafucka
I'm just raking it up
Got 80 something chicks
That you know gon gluck
Got crazy party tricks
That'll test your luck
And god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn
A god damn