Y'all shit scripted, you need help
Got no vision, hurt yo feelin
Mental health
Kill all these rappers by myself
Let's see what happens in this hell
What you sell, know me well
I got tales, wins and fails
I got some problems in this bitch
Hope you honest, bout yo shit
Clock my grip, they got they sticks
Stay hot as shit like all it is
I fall in this, I'm gon off it
F*ck what yo problem is
I got some problems, bitch
Don't see me hot or hollering
I'm scholarin these johns
Ask em what they got
All us want the top
Man you can meet me at the spot
I got the
Got the drop on ya
I dont flock on em
I just walk
We can talk
Put a spark on em
Just don't waste my time though
Like there's only a few certain things
I'm trying to take care of
And if you don't f*ck with that
Then I can't f*ck with you
So, you know, basically
Get the f*ck out my face
Shit
I just walk, we can talk
Put a spark on em
Make em drop, call the shots
Who gon stop all em
This a lot, body flop
Like they god call em
On my job, make her throb
Imma floss on em
Bitch I hit it from the back
Spittin facts, get with that
Sittin stacked always planned
What you have, what you can
Show them hands, what's yo stance
Where you at
In my sack, I keep the pack
I drink the evil out the tap
Spittin these raps, I'm figuring that
These jittery chaps ain't really that strapped
You really won't match, don't really want that
You feel me gon' snap
We show you the happs
You'll give me the daps
I know what it do
You funny, askin to choose
Must be off that shit
If you thinking that it's you
F*ck it bro
I'd rather go get me a burrito anyway
Light me up this mutha f*ckin joint right here
Light me up this joint right here
And get the f*ck on
Shit
CiscoUaTrip - Hey, You! Lyrics
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Y'all shit scripted, you need help
Got no vision, hurt yo feelin
Mental health
Kill all these rappers by myself
Let's see what happens in this hell
What you sell, know me well
I got tales, wins and fails
I got some problems in this bitch
Hope you honest, bout yo shit
Clock my grip, they got they sticks
Stay hot as shit like all it is
I fall in this, I'm gon off it
F*ck what yo problem is
I got some problems, bitch
Don't see me hot or hollering
I'm scholarin these johns
Ask em what they got
All us want the top
Man you can meet me at the spot
I got the
Got the drop on ya
I dont flock on em
I just walk
We can talk
Put a spark on em
Just don't waste my time though
Like there's only a few certain things
I'm trying to take care of
And if you don't f*ck with that
Then I can't f*ck with you
So, you know, basically
Get the f*ck out my face
Shit
I just walk, we can talk
Put a spark on em
Make em drop, call the shots
Who gon stop all em
This a lot, body flop
Like they god call em
On my job, make her throb
Imma floss on em
Bitch I hit it from the back
Spittin facts, get with that
Sittin stacked always planned
What you have, what you can
Show them hands, what's yo stance
Where you at
In my sack, I keep the pack
I drink the evil out the tap
Spittin these raps, I'm figuring that
These jittery chaps ain't really that strapped
You really won't match, don't really want that
You feel me gon' snap
We show you the happs
You'll give me the daps
I know what it do
You funny, askin to choose
Must be off that shit
If you thinking that it's you
F*ck it bro
I'd rather go get me a burrito anyway
Light me up this mutha f*ckin joint right here
Light me up this joint right here
And get the f*ck on
Shit
Got no vision, hurt yo feelin
Mental health
Kill all these rappers by myself
Let's see what happens in this hell
What you sell, know me well
I got tales, wins and fails
I got some problems in this bitch
Hope you honest, bout yo shit
Clock my grip, they got they sticks
Stay hot as shit like all it is
I fall in this, I'm gon off it
F*ck what yo problem is
I got some problems, bitch
Don't see me hot or hollering
I'm scholarin these johns
Ask em what they got
All us want the top
Man you can meet me at the spot
I got the
Got the drop on ya
I dont flock on em
I just walk
We can talk
Put a spark on em
Just don't waste my time though
Like there's only a few certain things
I'm trying to take care of
And if you don't f*ck with that
Then I can't f*ck with you
So, you know, basically
Get the f*ck out my face
Shit
I just walk, we can talk
Put a spark on em
Make em drop, call the shots
Who gon stop all em
This a lot, body flop
Like they god call em
On my job, make her throb
Imma floss on em
Bitch I hit it from the back
Spittin facts, get with that
Sittin stacked always planned
What you have, what you can
Show them hands, what's yo stance
Where you at
In my sack, I keep the pack
I drink the evil out the tap
Spittin these raps, I'm figuring that
These jittery chaps ain't really that strapped
You really won't match, don't really want that
You feel me gon' snap
We show you the happs
You'll give me the daps
I know what it do
You funny, askin to choose
Must be off that shit
If you thinking that it's you
F*ck it bro
I'd rather go get me a burrito anyway
Light me up this mutha f*ckin joint right here
Light me up this joint right here
And get the f*ck on
Shit
Writer: Francisco Munoz
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