Lyrics:
to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you
When I turned my head
I heard what you said:
"Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed"
So I
(Just put that ass on me)
Big shouts out to the whole Dead Game Family, Kevin Gates
Shouts out to my nigga Travis
Behind enemy lines, nigga
It
I'm gonna kill off any
Sucker MC that tries to withstand me
With the mic in my hand I start flowin' then
All competition flee and start goin' in
Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape
Rae co-host
Monty
haters
They're not in my vision
I'm killing 'em softly
They tried buzzing off me
I'm not good at rapping then nobody isn't
I've made a decision
I'm killing
her thing, now she gone (yeah)
We ain't gotta act like it's a secret, girl we grown
Why your friend keep tryna mess around and take off her clothes?
These are days
I'm waking up, with you in my head
Feeling lonely
With a coffee in my hand
Out my bed
Sunny mornings
With a bright sky
Foggy in
a zone then you feel that it's good
All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood
Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky
I bring the knowledge and wield
her thing, now she gone (yeah)
We ain't gotta act like it's a secret, girl we grown
Why your friend keep tryna mess around and take off her clothes?
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
know that you ain't even want it
Since I been on it, I've felt haunted
All I wanna do is give her my monster
Your battery dead, don't take it to the head
Like yeah the pussy’s good but I can't take the stress
Cus after I get my nut I always seem depressed
Yeah I'm getting off the fence I won't call that
fishy, it's every bit truth
Now listen right good while I tell you this tale
How Jonah the prophet got caught by this whale
That whale caught poor Jonah
still I be reminiscing boo,
Missin you that's dead real cause you nice in the bed
And you nice with the hand skills you awfully fine,
I can't get you
rap to
Any girl walkin' through my hood if she's lookin' good
And if she's somethin' fine, I'll be humpin' hind
Let's get it on, ain't nuthin' wrong,
(free the boys)
Catch you slippin', I'm slidin', tell me I'm good at rappin'
Y'all good at hidin', nigga, come out and get active
My chopper shoot
a average listeners
What you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand
For years of scripted whoop-ass, making
you heard me ma’am
Now if you keep it up
I'll arrest you for obstruction of justice
Tre' like, "Take the car, fuck this"
Have fun, call my homies
Go
to live
This might be your only chance
You been fucked up off the drugs
I think this your last dance
I've been praying so much
God could you hold my hands
timid
But I'm confident this is the dream I'm livin
Side by side
Ride or Die
I love you B Ima keep on singin
Hey there girl
I know that you wanna be in my
(Keep it)
Now all you do is turn the lights off
And drive by slow, I'ma turn his life off
(Ha ha) and I'm good long as he bleeding
Nah nigga never play me
gotta keep my blicky
I can't get it off me, swear my hands is so damn sticky
Flick a switch up on that bitch and turn that fucker semi
Tryna give your two
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
yeah
Cause you was no good for me
Now I know it wasn't meant to be
This liquor in my hand I'm pouring it up
I'm toasting to the fact that I'm no longer
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