CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : yes cypher
(2014)
I'm with valentine we getting to this back
Glock in my pants that's why they sag
(Glock in my pants that's why they sag)
I'ma OD I'm off this pack
That's a lie
I don't smoke no f**king pack
I'm off this gas
Why you talking sh*t? better back up
She like my voice, made her act up
I just wake up and get my racks up
B*t*h I'm on the moon just like nasa
They was hating until I pa**ed them
They was hating until I pa**ed them
I don't need a house, f**k a mansion I live in a castle
I ain't mean to brag, but when it's getting dark, it's getting scary
P-P-Put a n***a in a body bag, I don't got time to bury
I feel like I'm Autumn!, make an album, call it Solitary
Now I'm with your b*t*h, she acting scary 'cause I popped her cherry
Don't got time to toy with n***as, ain't makin' noise with n***as
Put him in a body bag, sell him, I'm makin' eighty figures
I feel like I'm Summrs, stay with family, blood always thicker
I ain't tryna sound racist, but look at him, go get that nig-
(You can't change the world without getting your hands dirty)
(Skypefiend)
Blow that n***a's brains out, he was talkin' outta pocket
Keep that rocket in my pocket, b*t*h, I pop it like a socket
I want it, so I cop it, b*t*h, I pull up with exotic
That sh*t toxic, got me coughin', b*t*h, you oppin', yeah, you flodgin'
That n***a goin' crazy, guess he really got no father figure
I was on Omegle last night, keep me out the f**kin' picture
Read it like a scripture, b*t*h, I'm rollin' up a Swisher
Talk down on me like Twiki', swear to God you meet the clipper
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Yeah, yeah)
We dont give a f**k, bout what u thinking bout
B*t*h im in yo house, I took the scenic route
B*t*h im in yo crib with a stick, with a glick
Sendin' 666 shots to yo ribs
F**k yo b*t*h I insist, that's just how it is
I got unspoken rizz
I'm with valentine we getting to this back
Glock in my pants that's why they sag
(Glock in my pants that's why they sag)
I'ma OD I'm off this pack
That's a lie
I don't smoke no f**king pack
I'm off this gas
Why you talking sh*t? better back up
She like my voice, made her act up
I just wake up and get my racks up
B*t*h I'm on the moon just like nasa
They was hating until I pa**ed them
They was hating until I pa**ed them
I don't need a house, f**k a mansion I live in a castle
I ain't mean to brag, but when it's getting dark, it's getting scary
P-P-Put a n***a in a body bag, I don't got time to bury
I feel like I'm Autumn!, make an album, call it Solitary
Now I'm with your b*t*h, she acting scary 'cause I popped her cherry
Don't got time to toy with n***as, ain't makin' noise with n***as
Put him in a body bag, sell him, I'm makin' eighty figures
I feel like I'm Summrs, stay with family, blood always thicker
I ain't tryna sound racist, but look at him, go get that nig-
(You can't change the world without getting your hands dirty)
(Skypefiend)
Blow that n***a's brains out, he was talkin' outta pocket
Keep that rocket in my pocket, b*t*h, I pop it like a socket
I want it, so I cop it, b*t*h, I pull up with exotic
That sh*t toxic, got me coughin', b*t*h, you oppin', yeah, you flodgin'
That n***a goin' crazy, guess he really got no father figure
I was on Omegle last night, keep me out the f**kin' picture
Read it like a scripture, b*t*h, I'm rollin' up a Swisher
Talk down on me like Twiki', swear to God you meet the clipper
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Yeah, yeah)
We dont give a f**k, bout what u thinking bout
B*t*h im in yo house, I took the scenic route
B*t*h im in yo crib with a stick, with a glick
Sendin' 666 shots to yo ribs
F**k yo b*t*h I insist, that's just how it is
I got unspoken rizz
