Luminosity - TUSSLE Lyrics

Yeah
I hadda slow down
I hadda stop and think about my hustle
That pussy talkin shit
So I wrapped em up in a bundle
They beating down my door
They was actin like they some trouble
But I'm clutching on dis blicky
It's stocky
It came wit muscle
And ion say too much
I let it off and make em duck
I kept my cool
Aint ever let em know
I gave a f*ck
Kept my plan so quiet
So they couldn't see I was plotting up
Pressin on me
Must've not seen it tucked
Right Beside my gut
Should've respected my wishes
Shit was simple math
I wasn't askin you ta do physics
Thinkin you a shark
But you jus swimmin wit da fishes
Talkin dirty out his mouth
I'll gettem done like dishes
Ima walk em down
And chop em down
When I'm talking
They aint listen
That brand new Porsche goin glisten
Prayin for my soul everyday
But I keep on sinnin
Will I make it
Mama stressin bout the way her son be livin
But I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Look at the stars
Seen it written
I be careful who I let in
Cuz I'm steady paper getting
And they gon try to f*ck that shi up
But I observe it and won't let em
Ima send the dogs to gettem
Talk shi
I'll wet em
556 blow off yo rectum
He ain't f*ckin wit me
But wondered if he really learn his lesson

They did his ass like dishes
(True)
12 gauge wit them big ass buck shots
Know dat we ain't missing
Right yo name on top the bullet
Load it then I kiss it
(Brrr brrr brrrr)
They think that my rap just fable
Shut yo ass and listen

Felt that barrel punch up on my jaw
I pray that he don't click it
He just doing what he know
But through my eyes it looks like bitch shit
My boy sitting on the right
I look over
But he not bitchin
Cuz he knows that pussy's
Mom, his dad, his addy
What he thinkin
It ain't linkin
I just sit back
Write to Santa
Put his soul up on my wishlist
Could've popped him thru the car door
Better thank god I was drinkin
Kept my cool
Head back to to club house
Grab my mousekatool
I sit down
Plottin wit the crew
I'm askin god what should I do
Should I lay down this lil Jit
Cuz his ass only like 16
Ion wanna take away his life
Oh god I hope you listenin
My respect is on the line
So I Might have to get ta spinnin
But this f*ckin wit my morals
Got my chest tight
This shit sickenin
Let it slide and take the lesson
Then they'll take me for a bitch
And if I shoot him in his shit
Then that means the devils winnin
This shit hurt my head so bad
Its like my brain missin a puzzle
Shit forgot about my muscle
If you cross my path again
I swear that we gon have to tussle
Trouble
Dogs wit out a leash
Yeah we walk around wit no muzzle
And they pussy on they dolo
Watch them mufff*ckers huddle
It's all fun n games
Till I stomp yo ass out like a puddle
Bitch