Sonic
Smoking all day, got my cough feelin chronic
The way I run through all these packs, think I'm sonic
Get high all damn day, I still make profit
She want me to chaser, I get chicken in this jogfit
She want me to date her, got bust one if you my bitch
And bring the check back
Imma keep it player, if you honest I'll respect that
Just do not switch
Why you switch on your brother, that was uncalled for
Thinking bout my nigga locked up, wish he called more
Step the wrong way, I'll get to blowing like a claymore
Like his head in the sky, I'll leave his face soar
Play with me you gon die, that's what this aim for
Pole got me feeling eight four
I see you got hammer in, but you ain't thor
Got the stick customized, but I was made for it
Got the packs coming through, and I'm addicted
If I ever take aim, it's for yo fitted
Fuck a toe-tap, tryna leave a nigga shitty
When I'm in a sticky situation, get to grinning
Cause I know Imma leave em slimed out
2, 3, 4, 5 shots, now we gon ride out
Told the hoe I ain't got time now
Can't have no confidante, can't let them find out
Can't let these bitches shake me
Call her BOB, bottom of the bag, she shaky
Bored of her, I'm on her auntie
Asking when I'm coming, when I get there she like, "Hey B"
I know her niece hate it
Cause I slide on her time to time, but we ain't dating
Waiting, but I can't love a soul unless they paying
Pranking, played me for a clown, now I'm satan
Play me for a clown, know you ain't shit
Been a minute since I felt, emotions ancient
Dropped yo crown, your spot vacant
Time heals all, but you ain't wanna be a patient
How you wanna be a nurse, ain't got no patience
Send our brother to the nurse, we finna lane switch
Son of a bitch thought we was, but we ain't gracious
Nicest thing we gon do, make sure yo casket spacious
Got the packs coming through, and I'm addicted
If I ever take aim, it's for yo fitted
Fuck a toe-tap, tryna leave a nigga shitty
When I'm in a sticky situation, get to grinning
Cause I know Imma leave em slimed out
2, 3, 4, 5 shots, now we gon ride out
Told the hoe I ain't got time now
Can't have no confidante, can't let them find out
The way I run through all these packs, think I'm sonic
Get high all damn day, I still make profit
She want me to chaser, I get chicken in this jogfit
She want me to date her, got bust one if you my bitch
And bring the check back
Imma keep it player, if you honest I'll respect that
Just do not switch
Why you switch on your brother, that was uncalled for
Thinking bout my nigga locked up, wish he called more
Step the wrong way, I'll get to blowing like a claymore
Like his head in the sky, I'll leave his face soar
Play with me you gon die, that's what this aim for
Pole got me feeling eight four
I see you got hammer in, but you ain't thor
Got the stick customized, but I was made for it
Got the packs coming through, and I'm addicted
If I ever take aim, it's for yo fitted
Fuck a toe-tap, tryna leave a nigga shitty
When I'm in a sticky situation, get to grinning
Cause I know Imma leave em slimed out
2, 3, 4, 5 shots, now we gon ride out
Told the hoe I ain't got time now
Can't have no confidante, can't let them find out
Can't let these bitches shake me
Call her BOB, bottom of the bag, she shaky
Bored of her, I'm on her auntie
Asking when I'm coming, when I get there she like, "Hey B"
I know her niece hate it
Cause I slide on her time to time, but we ain't dating
Waiting, but I can't love a soul unless they paying
Pranking, played me for a clown, now I'm satan
Play me for a clown, know you ain't shit
Been a minute since I felt, emotions ancient
Dropped yo crown, your spot vacant
Time heals all, but you ain't wanna be a patient
How you wanna be a nurse, ain't got no patience
Send our brother to the nurse, we finna lane switch
Son of a bitch thought we was, but we ain't gracious
Nicest thing we gon do, make sure yo casket spacious
Got the packs coming through, and I'm addicted
If I ever take aim, it's for yo fitted
Fuck a toe-tap, tryna leave a nigga shitty
When I'm in a sticky situation, get to grinning
Cause I know Imma leave em slimed out
2, 3, 4, 5 shots, now we gon ride out
Told the hoe I ain't got time now
Can't have no confidante, can't let them find out
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Writer(s): Lawrence Bellow
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