Locusts

Yeah And this bit produced by Faux, ay, water, yeah (Ooh that's hot, I'm fuckin' wit it) Mmh, think I had enough, I've had way too much She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow I can't even munch, she told me to cuff She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low (mmh) Think I had enough, I've had way too much She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow I can't even munch, she told me to cuff She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low I'm tryna keep my focus, and watch out for them locusts This ain't rap, this poetry, take it in and soak it Carbon on me, don't die on the opps side, I ain't jokin' I feel like Yite, I'm in that 'Yota, bust a lick on Copen's No more totin' two shots, the Glock came with a bonus Colored coat, my brother Joseph, call me Kevin Jonas I'm learning bout' subtraction, I got my GED Divide the opps, and round up to the nearest BLP And I named the draco Stacy Dillsen, it go vrrt, it got a lisp Jit tried to rob me, he left with nun', he got himself a ruptured disc *Cough* *cough* *cough* I'm smoking too much Nazi, bih Graffiti paint a Swastika, me and Shiesty burnt that bih (mmh) Think I had enough, I've had way too much She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow I can't even munch, she told me to cuff She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low (mmh) Think I had enough, I've had way too much She got me feelin' low-ho-oh-ow I can't even munch, she told me to cuff She got me feelin' low, she got me feelin' low