Sent Home

Ok we checking out like checkers
Stepping out like steppers
I know we pushing P
But the P standing for pressure
Ay' my niggas' call me T
I push P's out of Tesla's
I take plat and DDT it
Boy they think that I'm a wrestler
I keep bedrock, pebbles
Headshot, Dead 'em
I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I be trapping out the kennels
If one of my niggas' fall
I'll be down there to catch em'
Got a problem with my dog
Then I'll be round there to stretch them

Ok, I made this shit look easy
And I did it in some Yeezy's
Stevie Wonder seen me
Dj Khaled couldn't believe it
Pull up with that Drake
And leave that pussy nigga' with Weezy
I don't even play
Bitch I ball like I'm greasy
I drink 1942 like I'm Dugg
I got scoot, I got boot, I got buzz
And I'm laying in that coupe like a rug
And don't keep saying what you do
Cuz' we gon' flood

I'm mister high self esteem
My self esteem on high
L M N O P's
I bet them P's gon' fly
I get to squeezing and get even
Bet his C gon' fly
I don't do no cussing but that B gon' die
Bitch Glock got a dick
The other one got a switch
I whip it out in public
Pull my pants down and get to pissin'
Stick get to studdering, do' do' do' do'
Get to spittin'
Soon as it get ugly I get to hitting until it finish

It's either me nigga, or it's you
You wanna beef, tell me where the barbeque
It's monkey see nigga'
Monkey do
I got some beef nigga'
What I got into
I don't think they know what they done did
I should have never ever showed them how to jigg'
I should have never showed them niggas' the finesse game
I should have never showed them how to bet big
Go hard or take ya' ass home
Ask the warden why I shouldn't be left 'lone
Ask God why I sent that boy home
Better go hard or get ya' ass sent home



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Writer(s): Antonio Johnson
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