MORSMORDRE

We don't put time on the wrist
I done got tired of the bitch
Too many calls I missed
I'm walking through portals like rick
Nigga think I took his hoe
Take her back I don't want that bitch
Lot of cash make me walk like this
Call me butters I feel like a pimp
Big shark these niggas be shrimp
5.7 gon give him a temp
Hope the nigga don't try to attempt
Tupac I'm a go above the rim
Niggas talk big till the shit the shit get real
Walk down boy we don't call it a drill
Getting too high I popped too many pills
Check on the stats and I got the most kills
I told the bitch come and give me some ew
Know I be balling hard just like O'Neal
I call her Eddie she lie cheat and steal
Got out the pickle I didn't need a deal (dill)
Broke the bitch and she calling me still
Eyes low red like the new man of steel
Life is a movie we're shooting a reel
I had to show them folks just how I feel

Pirate, niggas ain't get out the pickle like I did
R and a p bitch I need an rx
Told her stop talking she sounding like my ex
I fell in love with the drugs
I got to hit up the plug
Shawty be showing fake love
I think the bitch want to fuck
Shawty want sex told the bitch I ain't thug
All of my hundreds blue but I ain't cuhz
I'm getting high bae I feel like I'm buzz
I'm throwing b's and my niggas gon buzz

Got tired of the bitch told her she can gon head n leave (you can gone head n leave)
I got love for her but I told her I got to focus on me (I got to focus on me)
She got a hold on my heart she apart of me but Martian Aire keeping it p (yea I'm Keeping it p)
Yes uh focus on putting my niggas on (put my niggas on)
I don't know what these niggas on they trying to steal my flow these niggas Martian Aire Clones (Martian Aire clones) Don't give no fuck bout no fame I'm a let that be known (ah Ah ah ah)
Got to stay down from the come up I already know (I already know)
Martian Aire destined to blow (I already know)
Your baby momma hit repeat on my songs



Credits
Writer(s): Marquis Harris
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