Melodic Vibes

Uh, melodic, this shit groovy Can't fuck with her, too moody
I spit poetic pain, but this ain't love, hoe I ain't toosie
She want my heart and I'm like, come on man, shout out the boosie
Yeah, she want my heart and I'm like, come on man, shout out the boosie

I spit poetic pain, but that shit does not make me toosie
Lost souls, looking for answers
Looking for hope in a world full of cancers
Them niggas chatting, it's nothing but banter They talkin down on my name, tryna slander Feel like I'm Allen, I know I'm the answer

Yeah, you tried to come for the king Enes Kanter
Running this shit, damn, I feel like a chancellor
Fuck up the beat, uh, bars, that you gotta repeat, uh
I need a mfq money bag I ain't talking big speak, uh

Big fish in the lil pond, they throwing shots ain't no need to respond, no Julio I feel like a Don
Demonic flow got me feeling like spawn
I'm going up on the score
And nigga, no, that's not a threat
I know I was destined for more
So I keep my foot on their neck leaving bitches feeling unsure
They don't know what to expect
That nigga wolf one of one
He ain't nothing like the rest

Uh, melodic, this shit groovy Can't fuck with her, too moody
I spit poetic pain, but this ain't love, so I ain't toosie
She want my heart and I'm like, come on man, shut out the boosie
Yeah, she want my heart and I'm like, come on man, shut out the boosie
I spit poetic pain, but that shit does not make me toosie

Muscle emoji, I flex Nigga, come put your skills to the test
In this game here, I feel like a vet
Lyrical homicide, leaving a mess
Keep some niggas with you, that be on mute stirring up the pot, but it ain't soup
Dylon super hot, up in the booth
Chilling with the mob, just like a troop
These niggas could never put fear in me
Cause I dictate this shit like a tyranny
Like to creep on the beat, do it eerily
The folks never really seem sincere to me
But I don't care, I'ma keep doing me
You want me on your track, better pay the fee
Got my shit down, pack yea to a tee
Leader of the wolf nation, I'm he

Melodic, it's shit groovy Can't fuck with her, too moody
I spit poetic pain, but this ain't love, so I ain't toosie
She wants my heart and I'm like, come on man, shoutout the Boosie