Plot Twist
Tree top with the green top
Smokin' small pox
Straight out the box
Head in the clouds off top notch
Gettin' top dome from yo top fox
Betty wanna bop me, why not
Barney made her block me, cock block
Bam bam with the hands bitch knock knock
I'm fuckin' yo bitch till the bed rock
Loud greenery, nice scenery
Got all the bitches singin' sweet symphonies
Dope dick a ditz down now she fiendin' me
Beat the pussy down now I caught a felony
Not what it seems dog, ya bitch fell on me
Told the bitch to keep it down
Why she tell on me
Ex bitch on my ass, she trailin' me
So I blocked the bitch now she emailin' me
Poppin' candy these ain't no jelly beans
Pop lock and drop, slid on the beat
Who's the crookedest crook that you ever did see
Heavy said, why yo eyes red
I'm a hot head and a pot head
Think the shit a game, leave ya left 4 dead
Dick classified that ass
You can call me Ned
Blast on her forehead, scatter brained
Silly bitch why you mad
Ain't you glad I came
Throw the whole bitch away, toxic waste
Know we both ain't shit
Go our separate ways
Every time I throw the line, hoe take the bait
Pussy sub-par, no dinner date
Why you actin' like that
Know I like you like that
Know you comin' right back
(Yuh, say)
That's what the fuck we call a toxic trait
Done with the bitch now
Lemme flip the script now
Didn't like my lines so I had to put the script down
Figured I'd just stick around
See how this plays out
Rollin' way too hard, ain't no way that I can stay down
I'm that nigga though
Oh, you didn't know
How you figure though
(Figaro, figaro, figaro)
Holy fuck, goddamn, how dark can it get
Y'all place ya bets, playin' Russian Roulette
Six shots to the chest, but I still swish
Six six six, I slicka than Slick Rick
One eye, left eye
Crooked I kill shit
Add a body, no sweat
Keith just twisted
Cuz dropped it
Heavy lift it
Fuck it up, wrap it up
Crook just gifted
Pick the lock, tick tock
Time to kick the shit in
Yeah you number one
At the top of my hit list
Nigga quit ya bitchin'
Trigger finger itchin'
I ain't even swung yet, why you flinchin'
Plot just thickened
Story never ending
It's a whole new world
Fuck nigga outta wishes
Wish a nigga would cross me, burnin' bridges
No pretendin', I'm winnin'
Draggin' y'all troll niggas straight through the trenches
Mortal Kombat just tell me when to finish him
(Finish him)
Get him over here
Not done with him
Beat a nigga down, won't stop till the smoke clears
But I'm a toker
Big smoker
Throat choker
Deep stroker
Gaga for the dick
Straight face
No poker
Smokin' small pox
Straight out the box
Head in the clouds off top notch
Gettin' top dome from yo top fox
Betty wanna bop me, why not
Barney made her block me, cock block
Bam bam with the hands bitch knock knock
I'm fuckin' yo bitch till the bed rock
Loud greenery, nice scenery
Got all the bitches singin' sweet symphonies
Dope dick a ditz down now she fiendin' me
Beat the pussy down now I caught a felony
Not what it seems dog, ya bitch fell on me
Told the bitch to keep it down
Why she tell on me
Ex bitch on my ass, she trailin' me
So I blocked the bitch now she emailin' me
Poppin' candy these ain't no jelly beans
Pop lock and drop, slid on the beat
Who's the crookedest crook that you ever did see
Heavy said, why yo eyes red
I'm a hot head and a pot head
Think the shit a game, leave ya left 4 dead
Dick classified that ass
You can call me Ned
Blast on her forehead, scatter brained
Silly bitch why you mad
Ain't you glad I came
Throw the whole bitch away, toxic waste
Know we both ain't shit
Go our separate ways
Every time I throw the line, hoe take the bait
Pussy sub-par, no dinner date
Why you actin' like that
Know I like you like that
Know you comin' right back
(Yuh, say)
That's what the fuck we call a toxic trait
Done with the bitch now
Lemme flip the script now
Didn't like my lines so I had to put the script down
Figured I'd just stick around
See how this plays out
Rollin' way too hard, ain't no way that I can stay down
I'm that nigga though
Oh, you didn't know
How you figure though
(Figaro, figaro, figaro)
Holy fuck, goddamn, how dark can it get
Y'all place ya bets, playin' Russian Roulette
Six shots to the chest, but I still swish
Six six six, I slicka than Slick Rick
One eye, left eye
Crooked I kill shit
Add a body, no sweat
Keith just twisted
Cuz dropped it
Heavy lift it
Fuck it up, wrap it up
Crook just gifted
Pick the lock, tick tock
Time to kick the shit in
Yeah you number one
At the top of my hit list
Nigga quit ya bitchin'
Trigger finger itchin'
I ain't even swung yet, why you flinchin'
Plot just thickened
Story never ending
It's a whole new world
Fuck nigga outta wishes
Wish a nigga would cross me, burnin' bridges
No pretendin', I'm winnin'
Draggin' y'all troll niggas straight through the trenches
Mortal Kombat just tell me when to finish him
(Finish him)
Get him over here
Not done with him
Beat a nigga down, won't stop till the smoke clears
But I'm a toker
Big smoker
Throat choker
Deep stroker
Gaga for the dick
Straight face
No poker
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Writer(s): Toby Johnson
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