feelbadcorps (feat. Moh Baretta)

Yo Benny, what up?
From this point on no turning back
Lately I been out my mind so insane
So don't be surprised I ain't coming back
Every dog got his day; gotta fly

I can't even double back
If you lose that time can't get it back
Twenty-four seven I'm getting packs
Trapping he ain't into that
I know a couple pussies plotting on switching up
Ain't gon get into that
Stand on my own two keep this shit intact
I serve a junkie once and spin it back
All these Percocets keep spinning back
I wake up ready yup and get some cash
She ask what you bout lil bitch it's been a
She ask what you bout lil bitch it's been a bag
Yeah I'm gon up it, she want me to touch it
Yeah hate on his own brother like he Uncle Ruckus
It's a Baretta barrage, we got this shit bussing
Yeah I trap on the block my junkies they love it
Max it out get the guap
Trap it out get the guap whether rain or sunny
Bought a hunnit K now trap jump like some bunnies
You ain't trynna get money you must be a dummy
I just blow your pack on getting fly
Cause I can't take it when I'm down
I play with some arsonist I been on fire
Just went 31 for 31 set like getting top

This point on no turning back
Lately I been out my mind so insane
So don't be surprised I ain't coming back
Every dog got his day; gotta fly