Toys R Us
I ain't stessin'
Lord knows I keep a Smith and Wesson
I don't do confessions
But I'll let you know I got a weapon
All around me bodies are resting
Might as well call it the seventh
When you die in my presence
You ain't going to heaven
Og Mango always member my name hoe
In my lane tho is something you can't go
Pencil to the pad is exactly where the flame goes
Keepin them on their toes
Like Florida grown flamingos
Everthing I want is the opposite of a thot
Oppositions be dissin' my position and my amigos
What I need bro is some weed bro
Hennessy in my lean drink the bottle till it's clean
Thirty perkys won't hurt me
When I'm already hurting
It ain't suicide if I'm dying tomorrow
Take a couple drugs
Now I'm slumpped on a rug
Yeah my bitch threw a fit
Cause I was acting like a thug
But there's nothing I can really do
This time I'm gonna follow through
Remember the rusty trigger
Everybody's gettin' disfigured
I swear I'm not insane
I wanted to make it this way
Am I jigging or didn't I just keep digging my grave
Got something to say then say it straight to my face
Better make it count
Cause I'm about to catch me a case
What you thought boy
Is what I thought boy
How where you to know I was a hot boy
Call me toys R us
Cause I got toys
Haters hate but all complain when they
Brought noise
Here's what really gets me
When people wanna diss me
I ain't up to none
But on the run
I'm having fun with my smithy
It's a must
In guns we trust
It's a fact
Gats about to blast
With that combustible dust
It's some heat bleeding from my gums
From my throat
Ima need some tums
It's kinda like I'm off the rum
How I'm feeling drunk and numb
Seems to me I ruin everyone
When I'm brewing up a pun
Yeah I'm just a poet and nothing more
I'm a musician and I'm fusing
A potion with some horror core
Story and a gory score
Oh you bore me
Lordy lordy lordy lord
Step inside my corridor
And ima show you how to fuck
Your life up
I'm indecisive
I can't conform
to a life
Where I wish I was never born
Take a couple drugs
Now I'm slumpped on a rug
Yeah my bitch threw a fit
Cause I was acting like a thug
But there's nothing I can really do
This time I'm gonna follow through
Remember the rusty trigga
Everybody's getting disfigured
I swear I'm not insane
I wanted to make it this way
Am I jigging or didn't I just keep digging my grave
Got something to say then say it straight to my face
Better make it count
Cause I'm about to catch me a case
What you thought boy
Is what I thought boy
How where you to know I was a hot boy
Call me toys R us
cause I got toys
haters hate but all complain when they
Brought noise
Lord knows I keep a Smith and Wesson
I don't do confessions
But I'll let you know I got a weapon
All around me bodies are resting
Might as well call it the seventh
When you die in my presence
You ain't going to heaven
Og Mango always member my name hoe
In my lane tho is something you can't go
Pencil to the pad is exactly where the flame goes
Keepin them on their toes
Like Florida grown flamingos
Everthing I want is the opposite of a thot
Oppositions be dissin' my position and my amigos
What I need bro is some weed bro
Hennessy in my lean drink the bottle till it's clean
Thirty perkys won't hurt me
When I'm already hurting
It ain't suicide if I'm dying tomorrow
Take a couple drugs
Now I'm slumpped on a rug
Yeah my bitch threw a fit
Cause I was acting like a thug
But there's nothing I can really do
This time I'm gonna follow through
Remember the rusty trigger
Everybody's gettin' disfigured
I swear I'm not insane
I wanted to make it this way
Am I jigging or didn't I just keep digging my grave
Got something to say then say it straight to my face
Better make it count
Cause I'm about to catch me a case
What you thought boy
Is what I thought boy
How where you to know I was a hot boy
Call me toys R us
Cause I got toys
Haters hate but all complain when they
Brought noise
Here's what really gets me
When people wanna diss me
I ain't up to none
But on the run
I'm having fun with my smithy
It's a must
In guns we trust
It's a fact
Gats about to blast
With that combustible dust
It's some heat bleeding from my gums
From my throat
Ima need some tums
It's kinda like I'm off the rum
How I'm feeling drunk and numb
Seems to me I ruin everyone
When I'm brewing up a pun
Yeah I'm just a poet and nothing more
I'm a musician and I'm fusing
A potion with some horror core
Story and a gory score
Oh you bore me
Lordy lordy lordy lord
Step inside my corridor
And ima show you how to fuck
Your life up
I'm indecisive
I can't conform
to a life
Where I wish I was never born
Take a couple drugs
Now I'm slumpped on a rug
Yeah my bitch threw a fit
Cause I was acting like a thug
But there's nothing I can really do
This time I'm gonna follow through
Remember the rusty trigga
Everybody's getting disfigured
I swear I'm not insane
I wanted to make it this way
Am I jigging or didn't I just keep digging my grave
Got something to say then say it straight to my face
Better make it count
Cause I'm about to catch me a case
What you thought boy
Is what I thought boy
How where you to know I was a hot boy
Call me toys R us
cause I got toys
haters hate but all complain when they
Brought noise
Credits
Writer(s): Harold Jones
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