Lyrics:
dank
I know you peep the Swag yea you know it's swank
Yea yea Get the bag Take it to the bank
Dead people in my jeans
Dead people in my dreams
Blah blah
I think there's something in the water
I think there's something in the water
You better go and get to pouring mine
I think there's something in
out
Knoccin the fight out you motha fuccas
like I'm Tyson in his hey day
You hollerin may day
But ain't no help for you it's pay day
Say what you want
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
say
When I lay in the dark and I talk to the dead
Automatic write graphite lead
Words on the wall when I saw what I read
Sky so dark spark this flame
(21)
I can't wait to shrug my shoulders when you pop up dead (21)
He on the phone gangbangin' while he in the feds (21)
Came home and tried to hang,
level, you can find a friendly
Goliath was killed by a sniper
Same old face different monsters
But Strength in figures make wonders
There’s a key
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug
the feather in your cap,
You gon pay a pretty penny for that pleasure in your lap.
The cat purrs with the promise that acts
Like an actor who was always
on my mental health
I think you could do better by yourself
So I wish you well
Even if it's all for nothing
I still gotta hear you say it
We know
Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean
stains
You actin’ like a girl with period pains
Man that’s really lame
If you’re better then I’m better-better 2020 shit
When I’m in the booth, human torch
in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for
the mans calling ya mans you will get chalked up (Ha)
Call the EMT nigga you dead on arrival fucking ya bitch in a cypher
Niggas be talking that shit ya lil
And I'm too sick when I rap you get sick of me
I don't wanna get trapped by the industry
Like they don't know how to act when they in the streets
Ain't no
Hook:
cll my shit is pyro.
If you're talking, then you're walking on a tightrope,
Over flames.
If you don't like the heat, don't speak my name.
a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
Captured in
get rid of me
Shorty be tweakin' and knock off
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like, call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' the race
Glah glah
With a 30,
tap in
Better tap in tap in
Know you better tap in
Better tap in
Better tap in tap in
Know you better tap in
I been locked in like a bid on me
Finally
And Jesus He better my worth like I'm back in a purse and I'm no longer loose change
My desire is You
And it's burning it's blue and oh Lord here's the truth
the combat
When you run into them vultures they gone sculpt ya better fall back
We gone bend 3 Deep onna highway like a racetrack in uuuuu
And I'm bussin I
to be admitted
‘cause it’s all codes in the end, yo
Then the cop that put you in there is acquitted
Nah, bro, that’s a big “No”
Even after they admitted
layin dead on the granite
[C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon
[Both] or why'all be checkin for
makin’s layin payments in the bank
I ain’t inclined t’ the shit you say, nigga
I guess the cost sucks, ya better keep up
Mad as fuck ‘cause I made t’ China
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