Half dead, motherf*ckin' with the bass Runnin' from the piggies, tryna not to catch
A case Back with the bass, knew them pills were lace
F*ck em, pop em right away All I see is black clowns in a rolling tray
Ay, ay Young skinny white boy eatin' all the Percocets
Stay high as f*ck so people will think of me less
Yeah, I'm always such a mess
Why the f*ck are people tryna get me to confess
As if I got something to confess Try to press me, bitch, I'll f*ck your body
Send you on the disk Sorry to be so violent, I just got a lot on
My chest Smoke rollin' through my lungs, matter of
Fact, f*ck the rest
F*ck the rest, yeah, I pull up with my strap
And I hit you in the chest
Talkin' like a bitch, I pull up with that
Mac and hit you in the head Makin' money till I'm dead, say I'm makin
Bands Ay, talkin' on me, I'ma hit you with that
Lethal weapon Smith and Wesson, get to reppin
When the back, rappin' full attack, my brothers, yeah, we got the straps
Pullin' up in that semi-truck, you know we make
Get in the f*ck, I keep that Smith and Wesson tuck
You pull up on me, I hit you in your lip like, damn
Yeah, you talkin' like the man Yeah, you talkin' like you God
Pull up, I steal your shit, that's a lick Now I got your bands, you ain't got no friends
Yeah, your bitch, yeah, she ridin' my bands Why she give me sloppy-toppy, you ain't doin' shit
Pull up with my f*ckin' blunt, can't hit you in your f*ckin' lip
Why you talkin' shit? You ain't get no shit
Run up empty the clip, two in the head and five in the hip
Like, damn, like, like, damn, like, damn I'm the man, I been makin' bands
Pull up with my shit and I leave you land Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you
On the f*ckin' land Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you
You ain't no man Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I pull up
With my 4 and I hit you in the nose Yeah, I hit you like a joke
Yeah, you talkin' on me, you ain't got no fault
Talkin' like a bitch, I leave you on the f*ckin' land
Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you You ain't no man
Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I pull up with my 4
And I hit you in the nose Yeah, I hit you like a joke
Yeah, you talkin' on me, you ain't got no fault
Talkin' like a bitch
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Half dead, motherf*ckin' with the bass Runnin' from the piggies, tryna not to catch
A case Back with the bass, knew them pills were lace
F*ck em, pop em right away All I see is black clowns in a rolling tray
Ay, ay Young skinny white boy eatin' all the Percocets
Stay high as f*ck so people will think of me less
Yeah, I'm always such a mess
Why the f*ck are people tryna get me to confess
As if I got something to confess Try to press me, bitch, I'll f*ck your body
Send you on the disk Sorry to be so violent, I just got a lot on
My chest Smoke rollin' through my lungs, matter of
Fact, f*ck the rest
F*ck the rest, yeah, I pull up with my strap
And I hit you in the chest
Talkin' like a bitch, I pull up with that
Mac and hit you in the head Makin' money till I'm dead, say I'm makin
Bands Ay, talkin' on me, I'ma hit you with that
Lethal weapon Smith and Wesson, get to reppin
When the back, rappin' full attack, my brothers, yeah, we got the straps
Pullin' up in that semi-truck, you know we make
Get in the f*ck, I keep that Smith and Wesson tuck
You pull up on me, I hit you in your lip like, damn
Yeah, you talkin' like the man Yeah, you talkin' like you God
Pull up, I steal your shit, that's a lick Now I got your bands, you ain't got no friends
Yeah, your bitch, yeah, she ridin' my bands Why she give me sloppy-toppy, you ain't doin' shit
Pull up with my f*ckin' blunt, can't hit you in your f*ckin' lip
Why you talkin' shit? You ain't get no shit
Run up empty the clip, two in the head and five in the hip
Like, damn, like, like, damn, like, damn I'm the man, I been makin' bands
Pull up with my shit and I leave you land Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you
On the f*ckin' land Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you
You ain't no man Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I pull up
With my 4 and I hit you in the nose Yeah, I hit you like a joke
Yeah, you talkin' on me, you ain't got no fault
Talkin' like a bitch, I leave you on the f*ckin' land
Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you You ain't no man
Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I pull up with my 4
And I hit you in the nose Yeah, I hit you like a joke
Yeah, you talkin' on me, you ain't got no fault
Talkin' like a bitch
A case Back with the bass, knew them pills were lace
F*ck em, pop em right away All I see is black clowns in a rolling tray
Ay, ay Young skinny white boy eatin' all the Percocets
Stay high as f*ck so people will think of me less
Yeah, I'm always such a mess
Why the f*ck are people tryna get me to confess
As if I got something to confess Try to press me, bitch, I'll f*ck your body
Send you on the disk Sorry to be so violent, I just got a lot on
My chest Smoke rollin' through my lungs, matter of
Fact, f*ck the rest
F*ck the rest, yeah, I pull up with my strap
And I hit you in the chest
Talkin' like a bitch, I pull up with that
Mac and hit you in the head Makin' money till I'm dead, say I'm makin
Bands Ay, talkin' on me, I'ma hit you with that
Lethal weapon Smith and Wesson, get to reppin
When the back, rappin' full attack, my brothers, yeah, we got the straps
Pullin' up in that semi-truck, you know we make
Get in the f*ck, I keep that Smith and Wesson tuck
You pull up on me, I hit you in your lip like, damn
Yeah, you talkin' like the man Yeah, you talkin' like you God
Pull up, I steal your shit, that's a lick Now I got your bands, you ain't got no friends
Yeah, your bitch, yeah, she ridin' my bands Why she give me sloppy-toppy, you ain't doin' shit
Pull up with my f*ckin' blunt, can't hit you in your f*ckin' lip
Why you talkin' shit? You ain't get no shit
Run up empty the clip, two in the head and five in the hip
Like, damn, like, like, damn, like, damn I'm the man, I been makin' bands
Pull up with my shit and I leave you land Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you
On the f*ckin' land Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you
You ain't no man Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I pull up
With my 4 and I hit you in the nose Yeah, I hit you like a joke
Yeah, you talkin' on me, you ain't got no fault
Talkin' like a bitch, I leave you on the f*ckin' land
Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I leave you You ain't no man
Yeah, you talkin' like a bitch, I pull up with my 4
And I hit you in the nose Yeah, I hit you like a joke
Yeah, you talkin' on me, you ain't got no fault
Talkin' like a bitch
Writer: Samuel Basler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid