Dying Light
(This has to stop Blicky)
Trip into the dungeon in my head I swear I'm bouta slay
They told me to chill and just relax But I kill anyway
Weed up in my pocket grab a smoke and I be a-ok
This the type of music that induce a great breakaway
Two baddies on the left a thot bitch to my right
If shawty talk sweet you bet I'm fuckin' all night
And I know her mood tight cuz we be in the sheets
I watch her moves all night she freaky in the sheets
I'm on the grind now boy
Get your wind up toy
I be coolin' on my own but now and then I make noise
All these nigga* miss the message in my songs it's like they have a choice
I'm just representing and just teaching from Detroit
Now I'm getting kinda gassy
On the top congrat me
I want a nice girl who real sweet cute and classy
Starvin' for so long I couldn't tell that you was ashy
Now we in the same circle of the struggle that's just nasty
Young stunt shit
Call me Don Yuppie Blick
I be posted with the chicks
After hours of the flicks
And I keep the chopsticks for anyone who talk shit
I can make another song and you'd still take it as a diss
Trip into the dungeon in my head I swear I'm bouta slay
They told me to chill and just relax But I kill anyway
Weed up in my pocket grab a smoke and I be a-o
Trip into the dungeon in my head I swear I'm bouta slay
They told me to chill and just relax But I kill anyway
Weed up in my pocket grab a smoke and I be a-ok
This the type of music that induce a great breakaway
Two baddies on the left a thot bitch to my right
If shawty talk sweet you bet I'm fuckin' all night
And I know her mood tight cuz we be in the sheets
I watch her moves all night she freaky in the sheets
I'm on the grind now boy
Get your wind up toy
I be coolin' on my own but now and then I make noise
All these nigga* miss the message in my songs it's like they have a choice
I'm just representing and just teaching from Detroit
Now I'm getting kinda gassy
On the top congrat me
I want a nice girl who real sweet cute and classy
Starvin' for so long I couldn't tell that you was ashy
Now we in the same circle of the struggle that's just nasty
Young stunt shit
Call me Don Yuppie Blick
I be posted with the chicks
After hours of the flicks
And I keep the chopsticks for anyone who talk shit
I can make another song and you'd still take it as a diss
Trip into the dungeon in my head I swear I'm bouta slay
They told me to chill and just relax But I kill anyway
Weed up in my pocket grab a smoke and I be a-o
Credits
Writer(s): Nile Collins
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