No, no, no, don't come in the ride, you fuck with slime, you get the five (Pshh, pih, skrrt)
4 plus 5 equal 9, gon' hit with both of em, if you keep talkin' too nice (beep) (Ouu, aye, yeah, what, what)
Go, go, go, better run for your life, you wastin' time, it's time to die (what, ouu, aye)
Wet a nigga up, Wisconsin Dells, you'd be dead by the time you
(L.A., who the fuck?)
Wha , yeah (Whoa!)
Yeah
(QuaXaR, you turnt up!)
Yeahh-ehh-ehh!
Heh, aye, eh, what is you talmbout, hey what is you talmbout, hey? (Whoaaa!)
What is you talmbout?
Aye, whoa, aye (Yeah, yeah!)
Hey, aye, whoa (What is you talmbout?)
Yеah, yeah, aye, whoa (Yeah, yеah!)
Yeah, yeah
1300 shii (Uh!)
Whatchu, uh, whatchu, uh, whatchu talmbout? (Yeah!)
Whatchu, whatchu, uh, whatchu talmbout? (Whatchu talmbout?)
Aye
Whatchu, uh, whatchu, uh, whatchu talmbout? (Yeah!)
Whatchu, heh, whatchu, heh, whatchu talmbout? (Aye!)
Verse:
She want my number, I got 2 phones, she on the droid, nope, not that special
7s for my work, Samsung for the hoes, never put no bitch on the pedestal
Love scars still fuckin' burn, I sooth myself with my songs, ion want no sex from her
Toxic relationship, you killed my vibe, you need that attention that's medical
Pop em like muhfuckin' pill
Ion need no gun, really need to start writing yo will (What?)
Opened up wounds like gills
You the fish I'll gut
Red Sea, everybody gettin killed (QuaXaR, you turnt up!)
Take you out the muhfuckin' field
Yeah I'm in the cut
Like a slit wrist, mentally ill
Carnage in the muhfuckin' buildin'
Yeah, I'm that nigga
Niggas ain't know what's real
Damn, nigga, what's yo deal?
Did you bro die, and you don't know how to feel? (Yeah!)
Not like yo ass got a shield
This is not an Avengers movie, you will die for real
Oh shit, oh my, oh dear
It's a muhfuckin' demon, nigga, see you screamin' in fear (Wow!)
Bitch, better cover yo ears
Hella destruction, believe it, nigga, whole race not gon' be here (Whoaa!)
Hey, hey
World domination (Bitch!)
Yeah, the world gon' end, uh, it's not complicated (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm not yo friend (What)
So what's the point you makin'? (Yeh!)
You beggin' for mercy so of course, you not gon' fuckin' make it
Don't give a fuck if you naked, you goin' under the ground
Tip one toe, make a peep, don't make a sound
But I'm serious
Niggas talmbout bein' on some ape shit, but you sit around bein' curious
Where that aggression at, where the anger at? Nigga don't know how to be furious
But you fast, with all the Twitter fingers
Turn the ringer down when you pull up
They turn singers now, they been foolin' us
Niggas ain't fool me, and it's not us, and it's just me
Bitch, it's me, doin' all this fuckshit
Imma get yo ass fuckin' duckin'
Get yo ass runnin'
Now yo ass stumblin'
Damn, all these niggas know how to talk
But is it gonna match with how you walk?
“This is why I (What the fuck?)
Niggas don't know how to use they words
None of this gon' be better just worse
Best believe it's a muhfuckin' curse
Raise the dead from the dirt, just to go kill you and kill you again
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