Man all these psy niggas drive me crazy Make the sick to my stomach I feel nausiated All you haters hold hands and jump off the building I can still taste her psy memory belia Back Pack fulla artillery One need no equivalent These niggas acting like little bitches I don’t understand this shit like you scribled it Take a close off step back and exhibit it The tare ass up like a parking ticket The end of the road is in walking distance If I had to get that blood of my hands left the fosit Dripping In your face I got air bag in the car collision My weed man so consistent I stand rich tryin’ not to make pour decisions Everything I planned it out like a solar system Nigga if you clumsy you go sleepy fallin victim to me You bitches system bitches like you system to me The shit you rover to my house I scoot over in the bed I shoot off in her mouth and she bit the bullet Uh skate on em like I’m little Wayne And the weed so strong I could feel pain Wrote it down take a picture now I feel afraid The drug got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed And the girl in my home with the move swaing Girli gotta make a few runs like you sayin’ Bitch I had a penny from my dog from some new change Hungry niggas going at your neck for that full chain Pock some fools that make me sleepy Hoes treat me and they tippy I hope that psy taste like Kiby Hope it’s nice to do the tahitty hopin I could live it freely Live a nigga by the flow with a mouth full of What’s at my Louie bag that’s itty Snitches give me the hibby G b’s I hope they just appeal where te f**k is just I got niggas on my side you got niggas on your back I’m a young timber money growin trees money over queens F**k you blow me I say back enjoy the breeze Hoes pretty and then please I don’t really do shit but seat back and call the shots She poured out the heart I had it on the racks Red beam on your head that’s a cherry on top You don’t wanna keep it cool I know niggas that will doubt Uh I dance with the devil in my dreams When I wake up I still hear the same song Make me wanna blow motherf**ker brains out Flow want a nigga I’m about to brain storm little nigga I’ll take your main hoe make her call a home Girl make the shadder say dick It’s the motherf**king dedication five I just hope I be alive to see a dedication six Lil Tune What up Slam Hey yo what’s level to the shit Level to the shit Been doin in my A sis levels with the shit And niggas though I’m on another level in this shit Ain’t petal with the six full metal on the hit All I need is a shavel in the ditch You to dig me a whole and you show me where it is Running the show and show me where the kids Oull one in his dome why he going in this fridge That’s me hit nigga Back peas AP go trip nigga Black jeans great team old teams nigga Back street everything go for teen nigga Keep quiet BF we defy I’m in the streets like running the king’s rights Mami the bals that we retire On that old bullshit P Myers They scream and seez fire my auto ball like god father I’m fallin in the whip roll the three six devil y’all in trips Shots whistle like a cattle in his lip I’m tryin to go ballistic shadow in his ship Vaught the bonny in the whip Made a kick ras bull hades from zip locks uh What up Vado