Pissed Off

Please don't get me pissed off
Hhmhhmm
Pockets was on pup now I'm big dog
Hhmmhmm
Real right that's double R like Rick Ross
Hmmhmm
Please don't pick with me You'll get picked off

Guru, dripiano they just call me three
Got that energy amputated be feeling me
Every shot I'm shooting I'm Duncan no Timothy
Call me himothy, huh leaving memories
CCBYthree on me, on the daily very limited
Put that shit on, mortal kombat finish'em
Type of shit next day remember but ain't no mimicking
Reflection be neglecting huh
Telling you can't mirror him
Only one of me
Alter egos Guru Mookie and the number three
I ain't got no kids but these niggas be sons of me
I'm the finish line so you Could never Front on me

Life is marathon huh
We don't dothe race (Wat else)
Need the bluest face
Pockets boota weight
Wyd today
Made a couple zeros went to stuff them in the safe

Please don't get me pissed off
Hhmhhmm
Pockets was on pup now I'm big dog
Hhmmhmm
Real right that's double R like Rick Ross
Hmmhmm
Please don't pick with me You'll get picked off
Hmmhmm
Hmmhmm
Hmmhmm



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Writer(s): Elijah Houston
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