(It's Shneaky with it)
Witta bland mothafucka', he gon' take two sips
No shots, okay, said it tastes like piss
My mind at the right time, playin' both sides, no lies
In the gym while he chompin' Popeyes
Goddamn I'ma spin it, bring the night back
Been in count a mili and you know we finna hype that
Been around checks, they lettin' us hope for lives
Rule that cannibalism in housewives
We was downtown chillin' in the eighth grade
Sippin' tall teas, all the homies livin' bitch made
Now we gotta run, future comin' fast
No light shinin' from my wasted past
From the cost of the fate, hitta, right-left
I'ma punch a mothafucka to complete my tеst
What you know boutta home where thе love runs deep?
Neva' stuck, neva' last, how I find my peace?
Boy betta rock up, get ya' head chopped
Corny mothafucka in the Teremana sweatshop
Low days, filled with cocaine, sippin' propane
Level up yo' numbas for you braggin' in ya' old age
Rockin' the bass up, I know, know
Bet'a enlist her, you're so, so
Heavy in my mind, I go, go
In the pit man, fathered with the big dogs
Okay, lookin' at me both ways
Screamin' bloody murder, think he finna pull an OJ
Stabbin' everybody, call the cops, we in a growth phase
Abercrombie models way your lustin' come in slow waves
Cannibalistic my tone, lookin' for a gem and they bite on my bones
'Effin up my state, bringin' thunda', am I late?
Demigodin' when I bend 'em but they know my fate
Mothafucka wanna dance off, I'll say, 1999 goin' Y2K
I'ma put 'em in the grave, now it's on my plate
Gettin' sickened from the dope and the leaves I rake mothafucka
Know I gotta move on, know I gotta get gone
Truthful high percentage there's a chance that I'ma get bombed
Start a new religion, Monty Python with the status
Cult like fans of a Dane goin' spastic
What the fuck is happening? These bitches wanna cough up
Dirty air in laundry I'ma lead 'em through a buildup
Get on the floor, get out yo' bird cage
You a grown ass man, but a lame most days
Fuck this, where I go?
I be throwing vox 'til I cut my throat
Yeah. I'm breakin' up my body, I'm a dedicated man
Through the grass of the fakes to the tell tale lands
I'ma pour up, we gon' pass out
Got'a young bitch livin' in a cash drought
She be gettin' money in her hands, findin' dollas in the stands
She a real one diggin' in the sands of a potluck
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