Over the Edge
I dont wanna see later
I just wanna get this paper
I just wanna snuff the rooster
Shoot em' up and in this ain't no booster
Terminate you for the future
Done acting like i like these dudes i aint cool with
Sittin in a room with peers i grew with
That would sweep the feet with the broomstick
Never trust ya
Bitch i'll never love ya
Imma ghost and brush ya
Been known to push some buttons
Still i mash em till its over
This shit flawless
Lost my head i am the walrus
Lost my step and wasn't walkin
But that dont mean im done i promise
AHHH
Light the torch and then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
Bet that bet that bitch
I'll knock all
Blocks off
Socks off
Bet ya wont take a drop off the ledge
Severed heads
Severed ties
Several times
Went from sevens to elevens
These is better times
Ain't no loss of the tread on the rubber
Choppin choppin like i fed the fire
Soul intact
Man who break the mold infact
Light the torch then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We finna go over the edge
Light the torch its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We bout to go over the edge
Open em' up inside
It's operation time
When you numb but you watching the surgeon
Scalpel the skin
Dotted lines
Hungry for beats no ramadan
Put you in place if you out of line
Lane switching down 23
No limits is autobahn
YEAH
Fuck with me you gon' eat your disrespect
I got the vices to compress you i don't need effects
And if we got issues with us you need to speak direct
Cuz if i hear it through the grapevine, what would you expect?
UGH
Light the torch and its off to the bag
Yo bitch been wanting me bad
So you feel it in ya pitt no brad
Three A.M. and she bouncin that ass
Don't get it fucked up
This hell and back, where they shelly shock
And belly flop ya
While you dudes stay mad
I got blues in the bag like she barely topped ya
Trippy this papers blotted
All these imposters among us i hacksaw
That jim duggan
That steve austin
Light the torch then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We finna go over the edge
Light the torch its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We bout to go over the edge
I just wanna get this paper
I just wanna snuff the rooster
Shoot em' up and in this ain't no booster
Terminate you for the future
Done acting like i like these dudes i aint cool with
Sittin in a room with peers i grew with
That would sweep the feet with the broomstick
Never trust ya
Bitch i'll never love ya
Imma ghost and brush ya
Been known to push some buttons
Still i mash em till its over
This shit flawless
Lost my head i am the walrus
Lost my step and wasn't walkin
But that dont mean im done i promise
AHHH
Light the torch and then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
Bet that bet that bitch
I'll knock all
Blocks off
Socks off
Bet ya wont take a drop off the ledge
Severed heads
Severed ties
Several times
Went from sevens to elevens
These is better times
Ain't no loss of the tread on the rubber
Choppin choppin like i fed the fire
Soul intact
Man who break the mold infact
Light the torch then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We finna go over the edge
Light the torch its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We bout to go over the edge
Open em' up inside
It's operation time
When you numb but you watching the surgeon
Scalpel the skin
Dotted lines
Hungry for beats no ramadan
Put you in place if you out of line
Lane switching down 23
No limits is autobahn
YEAH
Fuck with me you gon' eat your disrespect
I got the vices to compress you i don't need effects
And if we got issues with us you need to speak direct
Cuz if i hear it through the grapevine, what would you expect?
UGH
Light the torch and its off to the bag
Yo bitch been wanting me bad
So you feel it in ya pitt no brad
Three A.M. and she bouncin that ass
Don't get it fucked up
This hell and back, where they shelly shock
And belly flop ya
While you dudes stay mad
I got blues in the bag like she barely topped ya
Trippy this papers blotted
All these imposters among us i hacksaw
That jim duggan
That steve austin
Light the torch then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We finna go over the edge
Light the torch its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We bout to go over the edge
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Writer(s): Zackary Cunningham
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