DROWN
What they talk about, you not getting loud
I don't hear no sounds, jump up in that crowd
I don't feel no pain, head up in the cloud
Yeah I'm here with Saint, we not playing around
Heavy metal on me, that shit hold like 50 rounds
If he think he hard, we might had to spray him down
If he try to run away, my twin go hunt him down
All this water on my body, fuck around and drown
Throw on shades, throw on chains hoe I put it on
I'm on top, you too late, you can't tag along
Outers pace, with the planes, in a different zone
I got different hoes, so I got two different phones
Venom in my soul, I can't show no love no more
Codeine help me cope, yeah I need that Styrofoam
I get paid just to talk shit on this microphone
Keep your bitch, I don't need her she won't leave me alone
What they talk about, you not getting loud
I don't hear no sounds, jump up in that crowd
I don't feel no pain, head up in the cloud
Yeah I'm here with Saint, we not playing around
Heavy metal on me, that shit hold like 50 rounds
If he think he hard, we might had to spray him down
If he try to run away, my twin go hunt him down
All this water on my body, fuck around and drown
So much cash inside my account
So many asking for a favor, I can't help them out
I get bitches, I'ma playa nigga, that's no doubt
You wanna be like me, fuck nigga, keep my name out your mouth
This plan a ain't no plan, b, I won't never change my route
Got cash, I ain't never running out
Fuck niggas still sitting in the house
That nigga won't never come out
These niggas all know what I'm about
Do shows then I jump in thee crowd
I got his main hoe on my couch
I just took off the bitch's blouse
Yeah, clip long as my bitch lashes
I get fly its not on accident
Bitch I came straight from Atlanta
All my bitches love my accent
What they talk about, you not getting loud
I don't hear no sounds, jump up in that crowd
I don't feel no pain, head up in the cloud
Yeah I'm here with Saint, we not playing around
Heavy metal on me, that shit hold like 50 rounds
If he think he hard, we might had to spray him down
If he try to run away, my twin go hunt him down
All this water on my body, fuck around and drown
I don't hear no sounds, jump up in that crowd
I don't feel no pain, head up in the cloud
Yeah I'm here with Saint, we not playing around
Heavy metal on me, that shit hold like 50 rounds
If he think he hard, we might had to spray him down
If he try to run away, my twin go hunt him down
All this water on my body, fuck around and drown
Throw on shades, throw on chains hoe I put it on
I'm on top, you too late, you can't tag along
Outers pace, with the planes, in a different zone
I got different hoes, so I got two different phones
Venom in my soul, I can't show no love no more
Codeine help me cope, yeah I need that Styrofoam
I get paid just to talk shit on this microphone
Keep your bitch, I don't need her she won't leave me alone
What they talk about, you not getting loud
I don't hear no sounds, jump up in that crowd
I don't feel no pain, head up in the cloud
Yeah I'm here with Saint, we not playing around
Heavy metal on me, that shit hold like 50 rounds
If he think he hard, we might had to spray him down
If he try to run away, my twin go hunt him down
All this water on my body, fuck around and drown
So much cash inside my account
So many asking for a favor, I can't help them out
I get bitches, I'ma playa nigga, that's no doubt
You wanna be like me, fuck nigga, keep my name out your mouth
This plan a ain't no plan, b, I won't never change my route
Got cash, I ain't never running out
Fuck niggas still sitting in the house
That nigga won't never come out
These niggas all know what I'm about
Do shows then I jump in thee crowd
I got his main hoe on my couch
I just took off the bitch's blouse
Yeah, clip long as my bitch lashes
I get fly its not on accident
Bitch I came straight from Atlanta
All my bitches love my accent
What they talk about, you not getting loud
I don't hear no sounds, jump up in that crowd
I don't feel no pain, head up in the cloud
Yeah I'm here with Saint, we not playing around
Heavy metal on me, that shit hold like 50 rounds
If he think he hard, we might had to spray him down
If he try to run away, my twin go hunt him down
All this water on my body, fuck around and drown
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Writer(s): Slump Madi
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