Sociopath
Wide body Benz, pull off in a tank
Choppa with a drum, pull it out the safe
I can't fuck round with these niggas, that nigga just a stain
I might... aye
I might have to give the go, since niggas think it's safe
Might take lil shawty soul, that bitch think she a saint
I might cut that nigga throat, since
Thrash shit, I'll fucking thrash shit, he on some brash shit
Cash out, I'm on some cash shit he on some sad shit
Bad bitch, I blow her back shit, that nigga past tense
I blast off, the Vantage Aston and then I blast shit
Mob ties, bitch I'm mob tied, I keep a mop stick
Pretty boy but niggas know I'm really with the nonsense
Punch a nigga in his shit but we ain't in the mosh pit
These niggas talking like they be outside, he on the clock shit
I'm a beamer boy, blacked out M4 do the dash
They can't see the boy, like fuck a bitch I need a bag
Fuck from out my face, you talking anything but cash
Check his pulse
Fuck it throw him in the trash
Say my name three times, pull up on him Bloody Mary
Niggas know it's go time, bitch don't get ya buddy buried
You was talking tough now niggas acting fucking scary
Nigga said he clutching but he ducking I might up the ante
Wide body Benz, pull off in a tank
Choppa with a drum, pull it out the safe
I can't fuck round with these niggas, that nigga just a stain
I might... aye
I might have to give the go, since niggas think it's safe
Might take lil shawty soul, that bitch think she a saint
I might cut that nigga throat, since he think it's a
Game over
Choppa with a drum, pull it out the safe
I can't fuck round with these niggas, that nigga just a stain
I might... aye
I might have to give the go, since niggas think it's safe
Might take lil shawty soul, that bitch think she a saint
I might cut that nigga throat, since
Thrash shit, I'll fucking thrash shit, he on some brash shit
Cash out, I'm on some cash shit he on some sad shit
Bad bitch, I blow her back shit, that nigga past tense
I blast off, the Vantage Aston and then I blast shit
Mob ties, bitch I'm mob tied, I keep a mop stick
Pretty boy but niggas know I'm really with the nonsense
Punch a nigga in his shit but we ain't in the mosh pit
These niggas talking like they be outside, he on the clock shit
I'm a beamer boy, blacked out M4 do the dash
They can't see the boy, like fuck a bitch I need a bag
Fuck from out my face, you talking anything but cash
Check his pulse
Fuck it throw him in the trash
Say my name three times, pull up on him Bloody Mary
Niggas know it's go time, bitch don't get ya buddy buried
You was talking tough now niggas acting fucking scary
Nigga said he clutching but he ducking I might up the ante
Wide body Benz, pull off in a tank
Choppa with a drum, pull it out the safe
I can't fuck round with these niggas, that nigga just a stain
I might... aye
I might have to give the go, since niggas think it's safe
Might take lil shawty soul, that bitch think she a saint
I might cut that nigga throat, since he think it's a
Game over
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Writer(s): Andre Hickland
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