Bout to hop in the stu
You already know
I found well like two three beats
And then I'm gonna help RMAN produce whatever type of song he's gonna do
We in that mode
It's about that time
Oh shi this hard
I made this?
Yeah
Let's go
Let's go
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
I'ma go slow so you can understand
Stop flexing on fake-ass bands
Stop doing that gay-ass dance
Stop putting your head in the sand
Stop saying you part of that clan
Codeine all up in my motherf*cking can
Glock make a niggas do the runnin man
Too much smoke I can barely see
(Phew Phew Phew)
RIP Lil Keed
Let me talk my shit real quick
Your dad is a bitch
(F*ck that nigga)
That nigga is a bitch
Don't make me hit that nigga with a clip
Make his head do the motherf*cking splits
I guess he aint know it was his death day
(Bitch ass nigga)
F*ck it
Anyways
Growing up I always stayed to myself
Leave me alone
I don't need your help
I jus want the money the green the kelp
I'm on these drugs
Don't know how I felt
No I ain't rocking no BB belt
Snitch-ass nigga
Yeah I know he gon' tell
So I'm f*cking this bitch from Yale
She's stuck in my mind
She must did a spell
Now I'm thinking what I'm gon' do next
But I ain't never gon' tell no soul
Bitch-ass nigga
Yeah he gon' fold
Winter time
Yeah but I ain't even cold
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' die
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' cry
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' die
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' cry
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' die
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' cry
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' die
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' cry
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' die
Yes it's his death day
So he gon' cry