Got Him Started
They done got this nigga started, yeah you did I go retarded
Laying low for a lil' minute, now I'm back I'm finna kill it
2 raw up in this bitch, not in the bitch that's nasty shit
Finna blow call me a bomb I'm in my seconds, be ready
Take off just like a rocket, at the atmosphere already
Back to back I'm dropping shit like bodies, bitch a lot of it
Back to back I'm rolling shit, I'm high as shit, I'm out of it
Hit em with a lot of hits, like a nigga box and shit
My bitch worth more than two dimes, boy check your watch not on my time
Nah worth more than two dollars, cocky shit I pop the collar
Hockey stick hang out the bottom, Nike shit do it no problem
Out the way I stack these commas, out the way don't mess with drama
Ay, ay, ay, he on the floor
Had to cut off all my friends, they ass was giving me back door
Ay, ay, get out and shut the door
Lock that bitch, throw away the key, I see it open, call me Melly
In your dreams Freddy Krueger, my clip longer than the ruler
I'm a king, call me a ruler, send my do it, he gon' do ya
He gon' shoot it like a Hooper, he gon' move ya
Out yo spot evicting shit, that talking shit
Past due now boy, it's time to say goodbye
Told his ass, this that Reaper shit, it's time to fucking die
Jeepers creepers shit, that Joker shit, he die, I say ha ha
Watch his soul fucking fly, in the heaven gates he disappear
He gone, I say voila
And I don't really do this talking shit, lil boy
I just rather, hit him up so he can't talk no fucking more
Want to shop, I got a plug, know he gon' serve you like a store
Want a feature, hit me up, know I'm gon' tax your ass, lil boy
I say, pick your poison, which way you wanna die
Cause this talking shit getting annoying
She said she wanna chill, spice it up, lil bitch you boring
This bitch so fucking boring, kuh she got a nigga snoring
Throw on some tunes, finna, wrap it up, she say
They done got this nigga started, yeah you did, I go retarded
Laying low for a lil minute, now I'm back, I'm finna kill it
2 raw up in this bitch, not in the bitch, that's nasty shit
Finna blow, call me a bomb, I'm in my seconds, be ready
Take off just like a rocket, at the atmosphere already
Back to back, I'm dropping shit like bodies, bitch a lot of it
Back to back, I'm rolling shit, I'm high as shit, I'm out of it
Hit em with a lot of hits, like a nigga box and shit
Laying low for a lil' minute, now I'm back I'm finna kill it
2 raw up in this bitch, not in the bitch that's nasty shit
Finna blow call me a bomb I'm in my seconds, be ready
Take off just like a rocket, at the atmosphere already
Back to back I'm dropping shit like bodies, bitch a lot of it
Back to back I'm rolling shit, I'm high as shit, I'm out of it
Hit em with a lot of hits, like a nigga box and shit
My bitch worth more than two dimes, boy check your watch not on my time
Nah worth more than two dollars, cocky shit I pop the collar
Hockey stick hang out the bottom, Nike shit do it no problem
Out the way I stack these commas, out the way don't mess with drama
Ay, ay, ay, he on the floor
Had to cut off all my friends, they ass was giving me back door
Ay, ay, get out and shut the door
Lock that bitch, throw away the key, I see it open, call me Melly
In your dreams Freddy Krueger, my clip longer than the ruler
I'm a king, call me a ruler, send my do it, he gon' do ya
He gon' shoot it like a Hooper, he gon' move ya
Out yo spot evicting shit, that talking shit
Past due now boy, it's time to say goodbye
Told his ass, this that Reaper shit, it's time to fucking die
Jeepers creepers shit, that Joker shit, he die, I say ha ha
Watch his soul fucking fly, in the heaven gates he disappear
He gone, I say voila
And I don't really do this talking shit, lil boy
I just rather, hit him up so he can't talk no fucking more
Want to shop, I got a plug, know he gon' serve you like a store
Want a feature, hit me up, know I'm gon' tax your ass, lil boy
I say, pick your poison, which way you wanna die
Cause this talking shit getting annoying
She said she wanna chill, spice it up, lil bitch you boring
This bitch so fucking boring, kuh she got a nigga snoring
Throw on some tunes, finna, wrap it up, she say
They done got this nigga started, yeah you did, I go retarded
Laying low for a lil minute, now I'm back, I'm finna kill it
2 raw up in this bitch, not in the bitch, that's nasty shit
Finna blow, call me a bomb, I'm in my seconds, be ready
Take off just like a rocket, at the atmosphere already
Back to back, I'm dropping shit like bodies, bitch a lot of it
Back to back, I'm rolling shit, I'm high as shit, I'm out of it
Hit em with a lot of hits, like a nigga box and shit
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Writer(s): Jermiah Coburn
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