Uncomfortable (feat. M1ko)
I get a lot of shit on my mind but I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable
Remble, you a huxable I eat the beat like a Lunchable
I spread cash on a crucible This girl not lovable
My mic is not touchable You run up on me, I take your smoke
motherfuckers try to hate on me Realize it wouldn't work, they bitched out
I'm up, I can't quit now See purple, I sip now
I'm pulling up with fits now
Shave, you got a big brow
I'm sipping so much wala every day I'm feeling sick now
Told you that I love you Why you ain't say that shit back
I got off my ass I had to go and chase the bag
You tryna get in my lane bitch you you over lapped
They keep saying I won't make it All I do is laugh
You a hoe, bitch Hit him with a full clip
Bitch, we dumping the whole mag Like we a forklift
I know that these suckas stay mad Fuckin' your bitch from the back
I keep a strap, it's a mag That is shit hitting your brain
I'm finna leave me a tag
choppa got a beam attached
Step into me, better turn your ass back But that's like 2k, gon' make your ass lag
Been going crazy, I need me a Leatherman Hoes at the door, I told em to let em in
If he came back alive, I bet he'd be dead again Been going crazy, I need me a Leatherman
Hoes at the door, I told her go let em If he came back alive, I bet he'd be dead again
Remble, you a huxable I eat the beat like a Lunchable
I spread cash on a crucible This girl not lovable
My mic is not touchable You run up on me, I take your smoke
motherfuckers try to hate on me Realize it wouldn't work, they bitched out
I'm up, I can't quit now See purple, I sip now
I'm pulling up with fits now
Shave, you got a big brow
I'm sipping so much wala every day I'm feeling sick now
Told you that I love you Why you ain't say that shit back
I got off my ass I had to go and chase the bag
You tryna get in my lane bitch you you over lapped
They keep saying I won't make it All I do is laugh
You a hoe, bitch Hit him with a full clip
Bitch, we dumping the whole mag Like we a forklift
I know that these suckas stay mad Fuckin' your bitch from the back
I keep a strap, it's a mag That is shit hitting your brain
I'm finna leave me a tag
choppa got a beam attached
Step into me, better turn your ass back But that's like 2k, gon' make your ass lag
Been going crazy, I need me a Leatherman Hoes at the door, I told em to let em in
If he came back alive, I bet he'd be dead again Been going crazy, I need me a Leatherman
Hoes at the door, I told her go let em If he came back alive, I bet he'd be dead again
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Writer(s): Rylan Souza
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