Cypher (feat. Mississippi Richie & DonDarnell)

I like Bad bitches, I like gettin' high
You like fuckin' bum bitches, you just barely gettin' by
She gon' fuck me, cuz I'm fly
Guarantee, I'm that guy
In yo section, with my weapon
I ain't stressin, I got that eye, like

Uh. yea

I run her up like some state taxes
You speakin' on me, better state facts
You fuckin' me? Cuz I break backs
And I work her out, like some brake pads
I'll break a bitch, for a paycheck
Remember I was down bad, had to shop at like Payless
... I had to pay less like-

Uh
Damn

And she didn't want fuck with me back then
(Aye)
But she gon' Fuck with me now
(Wes: "hahahaaa...") Yea
Yea
And I pass this bitch to the bro-bro
I ain't stressin' she gon' pick up where she go right down
(Uh)

Bussit on down, shove a line up my nose
Sippin' on the cup, I'mma steal this show...
'Who's that kid?' Hey, nobody knows, but I
Snapped on the verse, wet, drip, with the clothes

Geeked off a bean, can't see me comin'
Call me up, I'mma hit the ground runnin'
Ride or die, bitch, ain't nobody frontin'
Got the goons on my back, bruh, they stay gunnin'

Hopped on the track with my bro
Scratch that
This shit really ain't even work to me

Snapped on the bars, solo on the guitar
While she bent over, dancin', bitch
Twerk for me

Rackin' them stacks, Talk shit on me
No time for friends cuz the bag keeps callin' me
Casket sharp, pullin' up in a Hearse
It's a funeral, if you wanna fuck with me

Comin' from the six-oh-one (601), B-Town
Jackson, Mississippi where the drugs be
Rippin' and Runnin, I'm smokin' and gunnin'
And my gas always stays on empty

Lemme get you right real quick
Fifty sac, Smokin on that gas and bitch-we-stay-lit
Drugs at the party? Yea, that's it
And just like Houdini, I was out this bitch, WES!

Alright, Alright Alright...

We in the party, and you know we bound to fight
*Igh-igh-ight*

(yea)

Alright, Alright Alright...

You know we lit, and we fly as a kite

Look

This ain't no new shit, we been through this
Used to be a wild kid, then kicked doors, and boo'd shit
Ironically, Fucked the same leg up
That I used to go and kick with
Told a biscuit, You had to take it
You dismissed it...

I'mma buy a blue Bentley on Sixes, with a lift kit
I can make ten racks in one week and not whip shit
Blowin' money fast, DIRTY money gone
Soon as i get-it
I'mma put it all in God's hands
But back then, wouldn't risk it

Still not a baller, cuz I travel hard, once I pivot
Name brand, on the pendant
Paid for, fuck the rent
We goin' up, big business
Know that I'm twelve years committed
If I did it, Fuck the senates, you know they gon' feel it

(yea)

They say that I'm trippin'
"Out my mind" a "fuckin' menace", yea
We are not beginners, experienced
What we start we finish, yea

I been quiet, been silent for a lil' minute, Mm
But I ain't retired, just trynna survive this "dumb-demic"

Yea

(ItsJustWes...)