WHO IS THIS WEIRDO ?

What the fuck? (The fuck you sayin'?)
Na, na-na-na-na, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm back)
I'm back, bitch
I'm back
Yeah

What's the plan? (What's the plan?) We don't slide (we don't slide)
Dirty hands (dirty hands), we doin' crimes (we doin' crimes)
Check your mans (check your mans), he want beef (he want beef)
Okay, it's up (okay, it's up), we leave him leakin' (yeah, yeah)
What's the plan? (What's the plan?) We don't slide (we don't slide)
Dirty hands (your hands), we doin' crimes (do crimes)
Check your mans (check your mans), he want beef (he want beef)
Okay, it's up (okay, it's up), we leave him leakin' (we leave him leakin', let's go)

Hope all of you broke ass niggas good listeners (good listeners)
Welcome to my class (yeah), listen up (yeah), I'ma kill all of you niggas (yeah)
Leave your fuckin' blood cold like whistler
You niggas just some motherfuckin' visitors (uh, uh, uh)
I gets the hoes, I'm a low-key freak when I get drunk
Bitch, I'm gettin' what I want, mama didn't raise a punk (punk)

Lately, I been in a funk, had to disappear from life
What would happen if I blew my fuckin' brains out with a rifle?
These are real thoughts, not a motherfuckin' haiku (I swear)
On a higher level, I ain't talkin' 'bout my IQ (yup)
Leave a nigga bloody, bloody like my name is Ryu (that sucks)
They say you got money, who the fuck did you lie to? (Yeah)

Give me all the motherfuckin' chips, and I'll stack it up (right)
You think that I'm lyin', I got proof just to back it up (right)
Line 'em up (back it, back it), I take niggas bitches and I clap 'em up (back it)
If you don't abide by the rules, we gon' brap you up
Bitches don't approach me, guess it's 'cause of my demeanor
Menor niggas piss me off, spin the block like a ballerina

Feel like gettin' my dick wet, callin' up Marisa, Gina
Fuck it, I'll settle for Lisa 'cause she's the meanest eater
Tried and tried so many goddamn times
But still I find myself up front center (center)
A blessin' and a curse (a curse), hope it don't get worse (get worse)
You say you fucked him? Bitch, take your ass to church (ayy, ayy)
Roll call, roll call, callin' all the fuck boys

Finally, I can see you face to face, bitch, what's up, boy, you think this a joke?
Tie them niggas up, throw them in the trunk
You know how the fuckin' story goes



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Davachi, Shermar Paul, Carl Andersson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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