[ Featuring Dipolar ]
Yeah, I've been f*ckin' pumped up from the start,
Always stuck up in the dark,
Bitch, you know I don't do narc,
I'ma grind till I'm a star,
I can't feel my f*ckin' heart,
I've been needin' a restart,
Got my blade, I want your heart,
Be a pro, but make it hard,
Bitch, we'll take you off the charts, Yeah, you try to act so hard
But I'll stab you in your neck
Watch you drip, soakin' wet
I don't rep, no f*ckin' set, I'm movin' up, I'm gettin' head,
I don't need no one else, in my life, I'd rather be alone instead.
Her ass so fat, can't see the thong,
I'm not tryin' to smoke out a bong,
I could move pack out in Hong Kong,
I'll stay cookin' until I'm gone,
I'm makin' songs with nothin' left,
I need to go and catch my breath,
I'm not depressed, yeah, that's a guess,
But all I know is, I need some rest.
Aye, She like, "I talk to the gang"
Say, P.A., that's when I swerve in the range,
Take 3 days, that's when I put in the pain...
She steady be pleadin', but no, I don't need her,
We pull up with heaters, you niggas deleted,
Got two or three Ninas and I hang with niggas that really pull Glocks,
And they ready to go,
2 safes in the back, and they ready to go,
Two or three shots, they hit at your fro,
And I'm gettin' rich, that's somethin' you know,
Now that I'm poppin', its cold on the floor,
I cannot stop, got a sick-ass flow,
Shorty too pop, gotta sit on the floor,
I was asked to be out when he hit, didn't go,
I remember them times when I was sittin' on the floor.
Pull up on bro, he smokin' on dope,
You just a lame bitch, hoe, go home,
Knife on my side, yeah, slice your throat,
Im high as f*ck, but I'm still feinin' for more,
I got yo whore, I'm rockin' my board,
Cookin' up with my bro, swag on the floor,
Drunk and I pour it, Pumped Up, bitch, I'm ready for war.
