I give my thot the drop
She at the spot
Guarantee she line you
Them lil dms bout your Bm
Ain't no demon up inside you
Should pay homage
I'm solid
Blame your old heads who beside you
Karma approaching
Nickelodeon the way she slime you
Look I'm Standin on that corner
Got me plottin on em
This thing I slid up with
A have your momma mourning
Lost my temper
Now I'm bout to go find it on em
Turn his face into a stove
Steel frying on em
Lil Bitch I get it so lit
I need a oven mit
It's showers in the forecast
I bring that thunder in
You dip your toes up in that water
Me I'm jumping in
Been hustling
Through all the suffering
I Get it Wavy like a ruffle chip
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Chalk lines get em stenciled
Rocking essentials
Grim reaper
Sweep ya
When I bend through
Pop my shit
Yeah I tend to
Slip and fall
Real dawgs won't let you
Beat the odds
Send them bets through
Stop thinking that you special
Tool got a ruler
You the biggest loser
I commend you
Cool calm and collected
You don't wanna see me lose my temper
Betta weave up out that lane
Get the f*ck up off my fender
Bout to put my name in diamonds
Cause I been through hella pressure
Bein broke I can't accept it
Them streets taught me hell of lessons
Don't touch no women and kids
Yeah I come up off that era
Been to hell and I resurrected
I ain't fearing no devil
Don't do cappin
I keep it a bean
Signed on that contract
Ain't switching my team
Stan Smith's
Nah these is Mcqueens
Ksubi jeans knots bust out the seams
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
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I give my thot the drop
She at the spot
Guarantee she line you
Them lil dms bout your Bm
Ain't no demon up inside you
Should pay homage
I'm solid
Blame your old heads who beside you
Karma approaching
Nickelodeon the way she slime you
Look I'm Standin on that corner
Got me plottin on em
This thing I slid up with
A have your momma mourning
Lost my temper
Now I'm bout to go find it on em
Turn his face into a stove
Steel frying on em
Lil Bitch I get it so lit
I need a oven mit
It's showers in the forecast
I bring that thunder in
You dip your toes up in that water
Me I'm jumping in
Been hustling
Through all the suffering
I Get it Wavy like a ruffle chip
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Chalk lines get em stenciled
Rocking essentials
Grim reaper
Sweep ya
When I bend through
Pop my shit
Yeah I tend to
Slip and fall
Real dawgs won't let you
Beat the odds
Send them bets through
Stop thinking that you special
Tool got a ruler
You the biggest loser
I commend you
Cool calm and collected
You don't wanna see me lose my temper
Betta weave up out that lane
Get the f*ck up off my fender
Bout to put my name in diamonds
Cause I been through hella pressure
Bein broke I can't accept it
Them streets taught me hell of lessons
Don't touch no women and kids
Yeah I come up off that era
Been to hell and I resurrected
I ain't fearing no devil
Don't do cappin
I keep it a bean
Signed on that contract
Ain't switching my team
Stan Smith's
Nah these is Mcqueens
Ksubi jeans knots bust out the seams
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
She at the spot
Guarantee she line you
Them lil dms bout your Bm
Ain't no demon up inside you
Should pay homage
I'm solid
Blame your old heads who beside you
Karma approaching
Nickelodeon the way she slime you
Look I'm Standin on that corner
Got me plottin on em
This thing I slid up with
A have your momma mourning
Lost my temper
Now I'm bout to go find it on em
Turn his face into a stove
Steel frying on em
Lil Bitch I get it so lit
I need a oven mit
It's showers in the forecast
I bring that thunder in
You dip your toes up in that water
Me I'm jumping in
Been hustling
Through all the suffering
I Get it Wavy like a ruffle chip
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Chalk lines get em stenciled
Rocking essentials
Grim reaper
Sweep ya
When I bend through
Pop my shit
Yeah I tend to
Slip and fall
Real dawgs won't let you
Beat the odds
Send them bets through
Stop thinking that you special
Tool got a ruler
You the biggest loser
I commend you
Cool calm and collected
You don't wanna see me lose my temper
Betta weave up out that lane
Get the f*ck up off my fender
Bout to put my name in diamonds
Cause I been through hella pressure
Bein broke I can't accept it
Them streets taught me hell of lessons
Don't touch no women and kids
Yeah I come up off that era
Been to hell and I resurrected
I ain't fearing no devil
Don't do cappin
I keep it a bean
Signed on that contract
Ain't switching my team
Stan Smith's
Nah these is Mcqueens
Ksubi jeans knots bust out the seams
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Bitch I'm god fearing
Sweat pants by fear of god
It got knots in em
Can't even fold them up in inside
We like mob members
Touch mine and we gone slide
I lose my temper
Don't make me lose my temper
Writer: Robert Smith III
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC