FUCK DA INDUSTRY
Ayy, we cookin' with Twista Ruff
Go, go, go, go, go
Got Taeski in this bitch, boy Q on this bitch, got G, baby
Go, go, go, go, go
You can't fuck with us, you a middle man
Lil' pussy, you in the middle
Got two white hoes right beside me
Feel like Malcom in the middle
Told my lil' bitch, get up off me
I can't even be sentimental
I get cranky off the beans and I get mental with my pistol
She say I'm toxic, I can't help it
I was born up in November, hit a nigga with four shells
You think my name was Master Splinter
Hell yeah, that hoe gon' fall in love with me
Put dick up in her kidney
Hell yeah, they know I'm young and turnt, bitch
I put codeine in my sizzle
I sip so much lean that I might pass out
Yeah, foe nem, ain't got no brain, yeah
He might lash out
I'm an alien, crash landed, that's why I might crash out
We might find out where you stay
Pull up at your stash house
Wipe your smile, feel like smirk
You can call a nigga dirk
Ima hit em were it hurts, I be itchin' off these percs
We might get up on your ass
You might end up onna shirt
If you think I do you bad, watch my niggas do you worse
Yeah, my niggas do you bad
But I might fuck around and do you worse
Uh, boot up off this X, I don't be fuckin' with them percs
That boy diss me in his raps
How you die about a verse
And I'm taxin' for these features
I put crack inside my verse
We got crack inside our verses
This that shit that make em itch
If I took it to the 80s and sold that shit, then I'd be rich
NPC up in the system, I be movin' like I'm a glitch
Doggy nigga, I get the bone and then get paid
Just like I'm Mitch, bitch
Think that hoe a dog, she want my bone, I told her fetch
Got off white around my waist and I got LV on my hat
Ain't rappin' for the fame, lil' bitch, I'm rappin' for that check
You play with Sko, I'll fuck around and flip you on your neck
Can't wait till I get rich, a nigga die for my respect
Can't wait to crash them foreigners, skirt it off inside a vet
These rappers, they so boring, me and my niggas, we up next
The industry, they scared to let us in, cause we on necks
Go Fuck the industry, we up next, bitch
Yeah, we gettin' checks, bitch
I be up, up on my Nike, watch the way I check shit
Niggas talkin' reckless, watch the way I wreck it feel like, ralph
Not talkin' bout Simmons, but my niggas been on ten like Tennyson
Don't give no fuck, we pop out on your block, we killin' innocence
Go on the spree and I'll lash out, know I'm a killer in a sense aye
Go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go
Got Taeski in this bitch, boy Q on this bitch, got G, baby
Go, go, go, go, go
You can't fuck with us, you a middle man
Lil' pussy, you in the middle
Got two white hoes right beside me
Feel like Malcom in the middle
Told my lil' bitch, get up off me
I can't even be sentimental
I get cranky off the beans and I get mental with my pistol
She say I'm toxic, I can't help it
I was born up in November, hit a nigga with four shells
You think my name was Master Splinter
Hell yeah, that hoe gon' fall in love with me
Put dick up in her kidney
Hell yeah, they know I'm young and turnt, bitch
I put codeine in my sizzle
I sip so much lean that I might pass out
Yeah, foe nem, ain't got no brain, yeah
He might lash out
I'm an alien, crash landed, that's why I might crash out
We might find out where you stay
Pull up at your stash house
Wipe your smile, feel like smirk
You can call a nigga dirk
Ima hit em were it hurts, I be itchin' off these percs
We might get up on your ass
You might end up onna shirt
If you think I do you bad, watch my niggas do you worse
Yeah, my niggas do you bad
But I might fuck around and do you worse
Uh, boot up off this X, I don't be fuckin' with them percs
That boy diss me in his raps
How you die about a verse
And I'm taxin' for these features
I put crack inside my verse
We got crack inside our verses
This that shit that make em itch
If I took it to the 80s and sold that shit, then I'd be rich
NPC up in the system, I be movin' like I'm a glitch
Doggy nigga, I get the bone and then get paid
Just like I'm Mitch, bitch
Think that hoe a dog, she want my bone, I told her fetch
Got off white around my waist and I got LV on my hat
Ain't rappin' for the fame, lil' bitch, I'm rappin' for that check
You play with Sko, I'll fuck around and flip you on your neck
Can't wait till I get rich, a nigga die for my respect
Can't wait to crash them foreigners, skirt it off inside a vet
These rappers, they so boring, me and my niggas, we up next
The industry, they scared to let us in, cause we on necks
Go Fuck the industry, we up next, bitch
Yeah, we gettin' checks, bitch
I be up, up on my Nike, watch the way I check shit
Niggas talkin' reckless, watch the way I wreck it feel like, ralph
Not talkin' bout Simmons, but my niggas been on ten like Tennyson
Don't give no fuck, we pop out on your block, we killin' innocence
Go on the spree and I'll lash out, know I'm a killer in a sense aye
Go, go, go
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Writer(s): James Monegan
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