TREAD LIGHTLY
So locked in, I don't even know where the key went
Sippin' whiskey until I'm T'd!
Walked in this bitch, lookin' for where the drink at
Off the liquor I'm a whole different breed
Chop' make 'em dougie, Glock make a nigga reject
It's a dance party fuckin' wit me
Deck 'em in the neck if you tryna to test my reflex
It's a reason we called PB
She talkin' 'bout rings and I feel like I'm the Suns
Hoe KD
'Cause I know, EOD, she gon' play me
Coach Vogel, put me in the game
I'ma drop 40 solo
Kiss the floor and go home
I don't want her, she give the pum up for promo
Heard it was so-so, nothing to loco, and she local
Hit her if you want to, that can never be me
Hit him in the face, seein' double like CC
Everytime you fuck niggas see me
You wanna be apart of the pack
(Why?)
Weird hat, 2 gloves, 2 belts, skin black
Walk around with target on my back
Y'all classless, struggle with the cards you was handed
Nigga, box your circumstances
You tried and failed, boy, you not even a has been
Quit in round 1, how the fuck does that happen?
Huh
Smoke so much, my lungs might bleed
Can't breath...
The PROAIR lookin' at me
Lungs 50 shades of grey, with your shorty, do unspeakable in sheets
I'm the undisputed champ in this bitch
Goin' round after round, asthma flarin' up again
Dry heave...
She sittin' naked starin' at me
Guess I lost by decision, it's cool, I'll come better next seas'
That's the reason we called PB
Sippin' whiskey until I'm T'd!
Walked in this bitch, lookin' for where the drink at
Off the liquor I'm a whole different breed
Chop' make 'em dougie, Glock make a nigga reject
It's a dance party fuckin' wit me
Deck 'em in the neck if you tryna to test my reflex
It's a reason we called PB
She talkin' 'bout rings and I feel like I'm the Suns
Hoe KD
'Cause I know, EOD, she gon' play me
Coach Vogel, put me in the game
I'ma drop 40 solo
Kiss the floor and go home
I don't want her, she give the pum up for promo
Heard it was so-so, nothing to loco, and she local
Hit her if you want to, that can never be me
Hit him in the face, seein' double like CC
Everytime you fuck niggas see me
You wanna be apart of the pack
(Why?)
Weird hat, 2 gloves, 2 belts, skin black
Walk around with target on my back
Y'all classless, struggle with the cards you was handed
Nigga, box your circumstances
You tried and failed, boy, you not even a has been
Quit in round 1, how the fuck does that happen?
Huh
Smoke so much, my lungs might bleed
Can't breath...
The PROAIR lookin' at me
Lungs 50 shades of grey, with your shorty, do unspeakable in sheets
I'm the undisputed champ in this bitch
Goin' round after round, asthma flarin' up again
Dry heave...
She sittin' naked starin' at me
Guess I lost by decision, it's cool, I'll come better next seas'
That's the reason we called PB
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Writer(s): Askari Abdul-haqq Ahad, Jahsy Jule Johnson
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