What Else!!+
I'm trippin don't give fuck
Call up your friends and roll up a blunt
Been chilling I'm lit i don't gotta stunt
When they hear my voice they know ima dump
This weed i be smoking nigga i be slumped
She throwing back shotty's now look at her pumped
If she get too sloppy i don't know nobody
That's is not my body you know she a dub Uh
Fucking this up
Like ima monk
But bitch i'm a Sensei dont call me a thug
Nigga i dont know you you can't get a dap
Not even a hug
You be with the fuds
Wait my bad the feds
These niggas look Ed
Got they bitches looking half these niggas pressed
These bitches ain't loyal they on to the next
You heard what i said
These niggas different
Half you niggas hating half you niggas dissing
I don't need the love
Man these niggas dusty
Man these niggas shitty
Yeah these niggas musty
They don't mind their business that's what it must be
Don't worry bout me you better check yourself pussy
These niggas different
Half you niggas hating half you niggas dissing
I don't need the love
Man these niggas dusty
Man these niggas shitty
Yeah these niggas musty
They don't mind their business that's what it must be
Don't worry bout me you better check yourself pussy
I'm coming through hot you better remember me
They tryna read me like a spelling bee
No new niggas don't try to get next to me
It's the circle fuck a enemy
Disrespect you get left as a memory
Niggas be chatting female tendencies
I thank - for the time on the clock
Cause with A dot you don't know what it did to me
Going through war with anxiety
At different times wondering if thats it for me
One day i had an epiphany
Ima be rich and go down in history
Like yo who that
I don't know gang shoot that
And I'm not a shooter
I can not cap
Get me tight disrespect you gone get whacked
Nine to the bro's yeah that's what I jack
Facts getting the pack
Stan Lee move tact
Yeah ima fold her no it's not Mac
And she gone taste it said that it slap
Shawty she running thinking it's track
We gone put caton right on the map
All of them days sitting in the trap
Niggas they doubted me smoking on crack
Won't get me tight i will not react
Had so much rage a nigga won't go back
Fam soon be up ima blow up on tracks
And if you play all you hearing is
Lay em down no mat
I'm trippin don't give fuck
Call up your friends and roll up a blunt
Been chilling I'm lit i don't gotta stunt
When they hear my voice they know ima dump
This weed i be smoking nigga i be slumped
She throwing back shotty's now look at her pumped
If she get too sloppy i don't know nobody
That's is not my body you know she a dub Uh
Call up your friends and roll up a blunt
Been chilling I'm lit i don't gotta stunt
When they hear my voice they know ima dump
This weed i be smoking nigga i be slumped
She throwing back shotty's now look at her pumped
If she get too sloppy i don't know nobody
That's is not my body you know she a dub Uh
Fucking this up
Like ima monk
But bitch i'm a Sensei dont call me a thug
Nigga i dont know you you can't get a dap
Not even a hug
You be with the fuds
Wait my bad the feds
These niggas look Ed
Got they bitches looking half these niggas pressed
These bitches ain't loyal they on to the next
You heard what i said
These niggas different
Half you niggas hating half you niggas dissing
I don't need the love
Man these niggas dusty
Man these niggas shitty
Yeah these niggas musty
They don't mind their business that's what it must be
Don't worry bout me you better check yourself pussy
These niggas different
Half you niggas hating half you niggas dissing
I don't need the love
Man these niggas dusty
Man these niggas shitty
Yeah these niggas musty
They don't mind their business that's what it must be
Don't worry bout me you better check yourself pussy
I'm coming through hot you better remember me
They tryna read me like a spelling bee
No new niggas don't try to get next to me
It's the circle fuck a enemy
Disrespect you get left as a memory
Niggas be chatting female tendencies
I thank - for the time on the clock
Cause with A dot you don't know what it did to me
Going through war with anxiety
At different times wondering if thats it for me
One day i had an epiphany
Ima be rich and go down in history
Like yo who that
I don't know gang shoot that
And I'm not a shooter
I can not cap
Get me tight disrespect you gone get whacked
Nine to the bro's yeah that's what I jack
Facts getting the pack
Stan Lee move tact
Yeah ima fold her no it's not Mac
And she gone taste it said that it slap
Shawty she running thinking it's track
We gone put caton right on the map
All of them days sitting in the trap
Niggas they doubted me smoking on crack
Won't get me tight i will not react
Had so much rage a nigga won't go back
Fam soon be up ima blow up on tracks
And if you play all you hearing is
Lay em down no mat
I'm trippin don't give fuck
Call up your friends and roll up a blunt
Been chilling I'm lit i don't gotta stunt
When they hear my voice they know ima dump
This weed i be smoking nigga i be slumped
She throwing back shotty's now look at her pumped
If she get too sloppy i don't know nobody
That's is not my body you know she a dub Uh
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Writer(s): Romel Persad Jr
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