I thought I would leave the whole world blind, nigga
Mother*** all of y'all, the whole world dying, nigga
The way that go tornado, it's been a round and round
I'm mad, it really ain't much to say, so that's why I don't talk a lot
The *** is we talking about?
This is a dead man
You know I don't give a *** about swankin' no cone, I go on a dead end
Everybody outside, get the *** down, I'm shootin' a fence brand
My lil' cousin died, I'm shootin' at everybody
My chopper up behind, sangin' plan
This shootin' boys, this *** ain't addin' up
It's my mouth or somethin', but a nigga feelin' played
Make a nigga go jump in traffic, put my mask on to get my cake
This *** ain't addin' up, when a nigga's a trash, somethin' they gon' feel my pain
You them niggas who talk a lot, ain't never part of the shot, this *** insane
Gather round, I got some *** to say, we at the campfire
When the sun go down, I come outside, it's late, with some vampires
Any nigga don't slide, need to go back where he stay
And get the *** around
These nigga bitches ain't never back
And the type of problems I'ma bring
Make a nigga tell my mama, be eye for eye, shot for shot
We could go claw for claw, I'm knowin', boy
I control the weather, tornadoes never stop
Destroy the boy, it could be acapella
And a beat be nothin' but shot, bitch, door boy
If a nigga swipe her backpack, it couldn't be nothin' but ***
I ain't sayin' I can't with Taylor
The opposite side, it's nothin' but shot
Straight up, bitch, so we be for real
Two, no Smiths, it's nothin' but gloss
Told that bitch in her location, she think I wanna ***
Really, I know she *** with the niggas
I just wanna drop
I love my squad
Find my squad, I go hard
Before that ***, and it's up
When it's up, it's done
Told her, send her location
She probably think I wanna ***
Really, I know she *** with the opps
And I don't want to drop
Me and the bros got no option
We locked in
When it smoke outside, wherever the opps at
We gon' block, man
Dope in the bushes
Get from my mustache
When the cops hit
*** ain't addin' up
Must be my math or somethin'
These niggas ain't right
This *** ain't addin' up
It's my math or somethin'
But a nigga feelin' played
Make a nigga go jump in traffic
Put my mask on to get my cake
This *** ain't addin' up
When a nigga's a trash
So I'ma get my cake

They gon' feel my pain
Me and them niggas who talk a lot
Ain't never part of the shot
This *** insane
Gather round, I got some *** to say
We at the campfire
When the sun go down
I come outside, it's late
With some vampires
And the nigga don't slide
Need to go back where he stay
And get the *** around
These nigga bitches
And the type of problems on my brain
Make a nigga tell my mama
He should just be home
Can't stay at home
On top of a
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