TOLERANCE
Huh, I'm finna talk on this beat real quick
Awgust
Ok
Ok
Sex
Free Thugga
Sex
Think I just fucked up my tolerance
You say you got some boys, why don't you call 'em then?
Got like 3 killstreaks, imma call 'em in
Used to be lost in the sauce but you've fallen in
Bitches they do what I say like I'm Solomon
While I stay waiting for backup I'm stallin' 'em
Move like a cat, with my knives I be maulin' 'em
Live in they heads, poker I all-in 'em
That bitch guts, I be all up in 'em
You come back home, I fucked up yo' linen (Hah)
Your girl play my shit, that's a fuckin' given (Huh)
Say you got some sticks, well then fuckin' bring 'em (Huh)
Come and test my shit, I'm uppin' my gun
I feel like I'm Neo, bitch I am the one
Hot as fuck, I might be the sun
She wan' have my son
Make 'em run
I tote two big Mac-10s just for fun
Size of this muhfuckin' blunt have him stunned
Boy took one puff, he was done (It's too strong bro)
Don't make me muhfuckin' talk on this beat
Don't make me muhfuckin' walk on this beat
Flowin' n flowin' can't stop on this beat
This shit be hard when I hopped on this beat
Start talkin' that heat
Name someone my age that's hotter than me
No bitch you can't cus I'm hot as can be
No one in this industry finna stop me
Don't make me fuckin' kill a motherfucker over nothin'
I'm done talkin' to bitches motherfucker, no discussion
Told that bitch to stop the fussin'
'Fore these sticks gon' get to bussin'
Silencer, I'm finna hush 'em
(I) I, got some bitches out in Russia
You might get a concussion
When you hear the drum bussin'
Talkin' clips, I got extra (Sheesh, sheesh)
She on duty, when I text her
Way I keep these guns, like it's Texas
Yo' bitch gave me tongue, in a Lexus
That was nice
Ok, run that shit back
Think I just fucked up my tolerance
You say you got some boys, why don't you call 'em then?
Got like 3 killstreaks, imma call 'em in
Used to be lost in the sauce but you've fallen in
Bitches they do what I say like I'm Solomon
While I stay waiting for backup I'm stallin' 'em
Move like a cat, with my knives I be maulin' 'em
Live in they heads, poker I all-in 'em
That bitch guts, I be all up in 'em
Awgust
Ok
Ok
Sex
Free Thugga
Sex
Think I just fucked up my tolerance
You say you got some boys, why don't you call 'em then?
Got like 3 killstreaks, imma call 'em in
Used to be lost in the sauce but you've fallen in
Bitches they do what I say like I'm Solomon
While I stay waiting for backup I'm stallin' 'em
Move like a cat, with my knives I be maulin' 'em
Live in they heads, poker I all-in 'em
That bitch guts, I be all up in 'em
You come back home, I fucked up yo' linen (Hah)
Your girl play my shit, that's a fuckin' given (Huh)
Say you got some sticks, well then fuckin' bring 'em (Huh)
Come and test my shit, I'm uppin' my gun
I feel like I'm Neo, bitch I am the one
Hot as fuck, I might be the sun
She wan' have my son
Make 'em run
I tote two big Mac-10s just for fun
Size of this muhfuckin' blunt have him stunned
Boy took one puff, he was done (It's too strong bro)
Don't make me muhfuckin' talk on this beat
Don't make me muhfuckin' walk on this beat
Flowin' n flowin' can't stop on this beat
This shit be hard when I hopped on this beat
Start talkin' that heat
Name someone my age that's hotter than me
No bitch you can't cus I'm hot as can be
No one in this industry finna stop me
Don't make me fuckin' kill a motherfucker over nothin'
I'm done talkin' to bitches motherfucker, no discussion
Told that bitch to stop the fussin'
'Fore these sticks gon' get to bussin'
Silencer, I'm finna hush 'em
(I) I, got some bitches out in Russia
You might get a concussion
When you hear the drum bussin'
Talkin' clips, I got extra (Sheesh, sheesh)
She on duty, when I text her
Way I keep these guns, like it's Texas
Yo' bitch gave me tongue, in a Lexus
That was nice
Ok, run that shit back
Think I just fucked up my tolerance
You say you got some boys, why don't you call 'em then?
Got like 3 killstreaks, imma call 'em in
Used to be lost in the sauce but you've fallen in
Bitches they do what I say like I'm Solomon
While I stay waiting for backup I'm stallin' 'em
Move like a cat, with my knives I be maulin' 'em
Live in they heads, poker I all-in 'em
That bitch guts, I be all up in 'em
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