I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
Hit a one wit' a two, that white and gray turnin' blue
I'm buckin' to the roof 'cause a nigga made it out the zoo
Wanna fuck wit' somethin', then a nigga put her in a ???
When it's up, it ain't nothin' so nigga what you wanna do?
I'm leanin' off them drugs, if I feel threatened I'ma shoot
We run your ass down, we teach your ass how to hoop
I'm Skully and I'm ugly, I come straight out the boot
We stepped on him, I didn't even have on a shoe
I talk to my noggin', just know they comin' for you
I'm a soul survivor, my war wounds is the proof
I got fire inside me, I'ma go'n 'head and tell the truth
Got bodies, won't hide it but I won't show it to the youth
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
We leave your ass on the news, so many niggas felt my tool
I'm mugged up, not in the mood, I pray mine finish school
??? one how could I lose, on a time schedule can't snooze
All these hoes know I'm chasin' blues
I remember times drinkin' fuel
Back to goin' to war wit' dude
Had my bang off with that fool, he had let me know it was you
I had should a been had knew, it's some shit you don't do
When I catch 'em I'ma thug 'em too
They put the blame on the new 'cause the banks fuck wit' em too
That tar smell smell like poo, hey my young nigga what it do
She had fucked me she said I'm cool, had nutted all on her boobs
My neck wet like a pool, we gon' slay his ass break the rules
Hit a one with the two, that's chemical reaction wit' that food
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
I'm turnt up off of food
I'm tryna get at them dudes
I walked in wit' my tool
I'm smokin' jo's, I ain't cool
I'm disrespectful, bitch I'm rude
My head on I can't lose
We blewed your ass, you on the news
But the feds can't find no clues
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