Locked in that cage nigga
Like an animal crazy
Sick af bitch like a cannibal
Hannibal I slurp the pussy up like it's danimals
Lil bitch take da dick like an antidote
Mmmmm
Put a band on yo head that's commacide
Bussing through the front door while ya mom inside
In the underworld wit killas that's where I reside
These nigga Cupa Gooding whenever it's time to ride
Got more bars than a slot machine I'm always hitting jackpot
Pop the stashbox ima have to let the gat talk
Pockets fat f*ck Peter griffin
- now put these balls on yo chin bitch
Call me Jesus the way a young nigga rizzin
Yo girl gon please us yea we kings and we princes
Scheming we take shit like the grinch did
If you even in my presence take this as a lesson
And if you try to snitch me and bros gon be bailin
Then we gon be whalin on yo ass like the Chinese
You type freeze when we pull up wit da sheistys
Bite dese light beams like green beans
Turn you to a veggie brains like confetti
Leave u throwin up blood just like spaghetti
Or a gang banga if you a
Lane changa and if she playin games Lil nigga just hangup
Red dot head shot that's peace stay up
Who dat nigga who he is Das me Asa
Still in the field for a qtr no endzone
Lil homies look up to me like I'm him tho
I shoot to kill in my city
Sew em like a slaughterhouse
I got homies in the pen that ain't walkin out
Pulled up in the wraith sound like a holy ghost
Big steppin in NY I got my timbs on
Ain't shit to get yo mind blown
So much money flyin in n out yo time zone
Lets recalculate it oops forgot yo mind gone
Real grave digger f*ck yo tombstone
A slim Jim in a bitch and a bottle of whiskey
Take some shots from the juice of mr Chris Farleys kidneys
Crack a mf teeth and call that bitch Whitney
Trippin in Houston how's it feel w me
Y already know the mfin deal w me
I ain't missing
Slippin off the cid ya boi started seein visions
Demons hunting me like a pidgeon
Squabbled out like squab
Stakin me out like some squirrels to a god damn dog
Flyin in the middle of the road
Some old lady called the popo
12 came screamin and ended up arresting some fools and they were sellin dope
Now I'm at the corner store
Talkin to Abesh about what just happened
My boy Elias grabbed me and said I just mapped it
A route to the next stop where I might stop trippin
However we got pulled up on by a Karen who played the victim
I said no
Juked her like Kobe and punched her in the throat
Now I'm runnin away
(here we go)
I'm on the westside w yo girl
And she throwin up
Still on beat when we dancin movin blowin up
Pullin up like the plug
When I'm rollin up
And you know that's how we do it cuz I can't get enough
gabesafool - Track #7 (feat. A$A$PADE$ & P4TR1CK) Lyrics
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Locked in that cage nigga
Like an animal crazy
Sick af bitch like a cannibal
Hannibal I slurp the pussy up like it's danimals
Lil bitch take da dick like an antidote
Mmmmm
Put a band on yo head that's commacide
Bussing through the front door while ya mom inside
In the underworld wit killas that's where I reside
These nigga Cupa Gooding whenever it's time to ride
Got more bars than a slot machine I'm always hitting jackpot
Pop the stashbox ima have to let the gat talk
Pockets fat f*ck Peter griffin
- now put these balls on yo chin bitch
Call me Jesus the way a young nigga rizzin
Yo girl gon please us yea we kings and we princes
Scheming we take shit like the grinch did
If you even in my presence take this as a lesson
And if you try to snitch me and bros gon be bailin
Then we gon be whalin on yo ass like the Chinese
You type freeze when we pull up wit da sheistys
Bite dese light beams like green beans
Turn you to a veggie brains like confetti
Leave u throwin up blood just like spaghetti
Or a gang banga if you a
Lane changa and if she playin games Lil nigga just hangup
Red dot head shot that's peace stay up
Who dat nigga who he is Das me Asa
Still in the field for a qtr no endzone
Lil homies look up to me like I'm him tho
I shoot to kill in my city
Sew em like a slaughterhouse
I got homies in the pen that ain't walkin out
Pulled up in the wraith sound like a holy ghost
Big steppin in NY I got my timbs on
Ain't shit to get yo mind blown
So much money flyin in n out yo time zone
Lets recalculate it oops forgot yo mind gone
Real grave digger f*ck yo tombstone
A slim Jim in a bitch and a bottle of whiskey
Take some shots from the juice of mr Chris Farleys kidneys
Crack a mf teeth and call that bitch Whitney
Trippin in Houston how's it feel w me
Y already know the mfin deal w me
I ain't missing
Slippin off the cid ya boi started seein visions
Demons hunting me like a pidgeon
Squabbled out like squab
Stakin me out like some squirrels to a god damn dog
Flyin in the middle of the road
Some old lady called the popo
12 came screamin and ended up arresting some fools and they were sellin dope
Now I'm at the corner store
Talkin to Abesh about what just happened
My boy Elias grabbed me and said I just mapped it
A route to the next stop where I might stop trippin
However we got pulled up on by a Karen who played the victim
I said no
Juked her like Kobe and punched her in the throat
Now I'm runnin away
(here we go)
I'm on the westside w yo girl
And she throwin up
Still on beat when we dancin movin blowin up
Pullin up like the plug
When I'm rollin up
And you know that's how we do it cuz I can't get enough
Like an animal crazy
Sick af bitch like a cannibal
Hannibal I slurp the pussy up like it's danimals
Lil bitch take da dick like an antidote
Mmmmm
Put a band on yo head that's commacide
Bussing through the front door while ya mom inside
In the underworld wit killas that's where I reside
These nigga Cupa Gooding whenever it's time to ride
Got more bars than a slot machine I'm always hitting jackpot
Pop the stashbox ima have to let the gat talk
Pockets fat f*ck Peter griffin
- now put these balls on yo chin bitch
Call me Jesus the way a young nigga rizzin
Yo girl gon please us yea we kings and we princes
Scheming we take shit like the grinch did
If you even in my presence take this as a lesson
And if you try to snitch me and bros gon be bailin
Then we gon be whalin on yo ass like the Chinese
You type freeze when we pull up wit da sheistys
Bite dese light beams like green beans
Turn you to a veggie brains like confetti
Leave u throwin up blood just like spaghetti
Or a gang banga if you a
Lane changa and if she playin games Lil nigga just hangup
Red dot head shot that's peace stay up
Who dat nigga who he is Das me Asa
Still in the field for a qtr no endzone
Lil homies look up to me like I'm him tho
I shoot to kill in my city
Sew em like a slaughterhouse
I got homies in the pen that ain't walkin out
Pulled up in the wraith sound like a holy ghost
Big steppin in NY I got my timbs on
Ain't shit to get yo mind blown
So much money flyin in n out yo time zone
Lets recalculate it oops forgot yo mind gone
Real grave digger f*ck yo tombstone
A slim Jim in a bitch and a bottle of whiskey
Take some shots from the juice of mr Chris Farleys kidneys
Crack a mf teeth and call that bitch Whitney
Trippin in Houston how's it feel w me
Y already know the mfin deal w me
I ain't missing
Slippin off the cid ya boi started seein visions
Demons hunting me like a pidgeon
Squabbled out like squab
Stakin me out like some squirrels to a god damn dog
Flyin in the middle of the road
Some old lady called the popo
12 came screamin and ended up arresting some fools and they were sellin dope
Now I'm at the corner store
Talkin to Abesh about what just happened
My boy Elias grabbed me and said I just mapped it
A route to the next stop where I might stop trippin
However we got pulled up on by a Karen who played the victim
I said no
Juked her like Kobe and punched her in the throat
Now I'm runnin away
(here we go)
I'm on the westside w yo girl
And she throwin up
Still on beat when we dancin movin blowin up
Pullin up like the plug
When I'm rollin up
And you know that's how we do it cuz I can't get enough
Writer: Patrick Star, Gabriel Haley, Asa Kreig
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: gabesafool
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Patrick Star, Gabriel Haley, Asa Kreig