Yuh (HICKEY)
All up to my neck in the quicksand
Call life on mine, had a quick cans
Or die my side, where the Glick stands
Shit crashed, like travel the distance
He die
No, I'm not okay, stop askin'
Look inside my face, it look tragic
Rushin' my own way if you askin'
Bitch, I'm wide awake, I want action
Got a couple milli' in the stream count
Heard he get a little bag when he scream now
Heard he got a bad bitch in the whip that he just paid up
Brodie livin' all his dreams now
Any motherfucker talkin' when he hear down?
Think he elevatin', way up to the peak now
Went from, "Yeah, I heard he wanna be a rapper"
To, "Goddamn, motherfucker, he a beast now"
O-o-oh, he leveled up, for sure
That man got devil, stuck on fours (yeah)
Oh, shit, that metal bus hit floor
Bear, coulda gone crazy on you, I ain't got a heart up in my body, like
Rest in piss, I'm on, go
I don't need a .45, to death, on yo' soul
Bitch, come onto my side, 'cause, here, we reach goals
And the sun is the problem, way I feel like David Spitter
In a Mazi, like, uh, shh
Run it (run it)
How they talkin' crazy when I'm in this bitch stomach?
I be tippin' off the wall, and my fans like, "Fuck it"
I ain't never slowin' down, I'm already on a hunnid
I would risk my life for the mic at the function
Mask on my face, can we skip the introduction?
What if I built up all the hate into a Warspite?
Bad, leave him dead for a motherfuckin' swung it
All-all up to my neck in the quicksand
Call life on mine, had a quick cans
Or die my side, where the Glick stands
Shit crashed, like travel the distance
He die
We lost, finna get bands
Motherfucker, be quiet, he trippin'
Playin' gritty, like the motherfuckin' Pistons
A7, had to get it out my system
I tried
Rest in piss, the rest is this, the rest of kids
For the bitch, yeah, the boy won't stop
I'm addicted to the money, think I fell in love with guap
And my pockets get fatter 'cause they never took a jog
Pockets get fatter 'cause I never took a jog!
I'd rather die then be bitch, like a dog
Go hit that switch, you don' wan' turn me on
'Cause once I get started, I just cannot stop!
Go outside with the opp, no time for the block
Be spinnin' 'bove his head, have numb to the song
And that bitch be bad, but dumb numb to a thot
Put a verse to his face, now he numb to the track
Shit have me quick, and I'm 'bout to erupt
But you grab on that bitch? Bruh, I don't give a fuck!
If he hits every time, how the fuck is it love?
Like addicted to shrub, bro, enough is enough!
Brodie, we shadow banned, nobody just give a fuck
Rap like a god? Then you just can't sit with us
I check my phone, and it's Arsx, so hit me up
I drop that beat for a moment, he pick it up
All-all up to my neck in the quicksand
Call life on mine, had a quick cans
Or die my side, where the Glick stands
Shit crashed, like travel the distance
He die
We lost, finna get bands
Motherfucker, be quiet, he trippin'
Playin' gritty, like the motherfuckin' Pistons
A7, had to get it out my system
I tried