I tired to rap the "my my, i think we have a spy. I swing my fist, you turn you're face, i hit the other side. I-i-i'll die, so why can't i decide? My brain might self destruct, i lose myself to suicide, suicide. 2x" lol but i did pretty good! Ty for reading lol.
Wake Up If I saw these bitches when I walk in Well, I get my gas pack through the mail Your girl think I'm cute I got money, she can tell If she wanna ride me like a bike (B-B-Boxcutters) I got all these bitches callin’ me cute on my iPhone I feel like I'm evil, got dominion, call me Trigon You can't even get her pussy wet, you got a dry bone Put that shit away but when I walk in shawty might go Fuckin’ on this hoe, yeah That's a Barbie I just came in I just speak my bread I don't think we speak the same language Need a thotty body that pop molly on some rave shit Give me face in public, shawty feel humiliated P-P-P-P-Perc in my peach Fanta Twin Glocks turn a thug to a street dancer Bad guy, [?] Glock if I see the cop Bass line when it drops, make your ears pop Gun clash, w-w-what's that? Someone's um dead Shoot me, I'll rise like the undead An onslaught behind my eyelids I feel homicidal, violent If I saw these bitches when I walk in Well, I get my gas pack through the mail Your girl think I'm cute I got money, she can tell If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt If I saw these bitches when I walk in Well, I get my gas pack through the mail Your girl think I'm cute I got money, she can tell If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt I feel like I [?] loud as fuck, bitch Plus I am drunk as fuck, blade to your tongue, bitch Fuss, we can cause a fuss, bitch like extra fussin’ [?] bitch ’cause of me, extra bussin' I got boys that will spin the block for me If I say it got shots, they gon’ hear the opps running Twenty minutes [?] we don't have [?] make a dummy Fifty round, sixty round, hundred round [?] big bands on me, you already know That's your ho, then why she posing in my photo, bro? Funny how she wanna ride it like a carnival And when I get a fade, that disappear just like a ghost Thirty in my MAG Cash in the bag Thrax, these racks, hundreds getting fat I don't what to do with all of these rubber bands Fuck it man, fuck it man, fuck it man, fuck it man That’s how I'm really rocking I'm really a menace All your checks bounce back like you playing tennis I'm addicted to my racks like it's a fetish Watch my gun hit your ass, you gon' regret it Stabbing you, you're stabbing me I wanna put a knife in you, a knife in me I wanna take your life from you Actually, there is no life for you It's sad to see I-I-I-I-I-If I saw these bitches when I walk in Well, I get my gas pack through the mail Your girl think I'm cute I got money, she can tell If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt If I saw these bitches when I walk in Well, I get my gas pack through the mail Your girl think I'm cute I got money, she can tell If she wanna ride me like a bike, wear a belt
