White Cheddar
Yeah
Yeah
Hah
Hah
Hah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Revnack beats motherfucker)
Hah
Hah
Hah
Don't talk to me cause 1, I know you do not know
Number 2, you boys gon die tryna attend this horror show
Number 3, ain't nobody boutta play me like a hoe
Hit the fuckin head top and watch the fuckin blood flow
Start a fire the minute I rush in
Brought a whole new type of fashion inside of the function
Walk this earth only for me, baby, fuck your assumptions
Tried to tell myself I'd lower my ganja consumption
I'm a pothead
Umbai fuckin parker is the one who makes em drop dead
Murder johnny law, he only makes me want to pop lead
Beat his fuckin skull in, tryna see a fuckin cop red
Tapped in with my twin, niggas don't know the way we locked in
Don't try to tell me bout the rage
How this bitch got a whole nigga, still be looking at my page
I took this shit up to 10, I know you feeling the mistake
Now I'm high on fuckin hate, this planet, I'm bout to break (Yeah, yeah)
My fingertips smelling like weed, and I like the scent (Okay)
And since the world goin to hell, why I'm gon repent?
Bitch, I'm running out of patience, so don't get me bent
And I don't owe these niggas nothing, no one gets a cent
Matalo!
Break his fuckin head off, vamanos
Matalo!
Break his fuckin head off, vamanos
Matalo!
Break his fuckin head off, vamanos
Matalo!
Matalo!
Matalo!
Matalo!
Yeah
Hah
Hah
Hah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Revnack beats motherfucker)
Hah
Hah
Hah
Don't talk to me cause 1, I know you do not know
Number 2, you boys gon die tryna attend this horror show
Number 3, ain't nobody boutta play me like a hoe
Hit the fuckin head top and watch the fuckin blood flow
Start a fire the minute I rush in
Brought a whole new type of fashion inside of the function
Walk this earth only for me, baby, fuck your assumptions
Tried to tell myself I'd lower my ganja consumption
I'm a pothead
Umbai fuckin parker is the one who makes em drop dead
Murder johnny law, he only makes me want to pop lead
Beat his fuckin skull in, tryna see a fuckin cop red
Tapped in with my twin, niggas don't know the way we locked in
Don't try to tell me bout the rage
How this bitch got a whole nigga, still be looking at my page
I took this shit up to 10, I know you feeling the mistake
Now I'm high on fuckin hate, this planet, I'm bout to break (Yeah, yeah)
My fingertips smelling like weed, and I like the scent (Okay)
And since the world goin to hell, why I'm gon repent?
Bitch, I'm running out of patience, so don't get me bent
And I don't owe these niggas nothing, no one gets a cent
Matalo!
Break his fuckin head off, vamanos
Matalo!
Break his fuckin head off, vamanos
Matalo!
Break his fuckin head off, vamanos
Matalo!
Matalo!
Matalo!
Matalo!
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Writer(s): Deception, Revnack
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