Yea

Wop

Wop

Rasta Rasta and all that

Slime

Okay lets go turn me up pipe me up i been tryna run away since i was young

Murder on my mind it kept me dizzy, but i needed that

Put some pain in my music make it vibe

Yea i know alot of **** who dont like me

Thats all i know about them though

Gotta feed the gang

Gotta play the game

Stick to the plan

I leveled up again

Look at my

Wrist

Wrist

Wrist

Wrist

Wrist

Wrist

**** aint groovy like

This

This

This

This

This

This

Now its time for the switch

Okay drop a couple off then i re load

Baby girl my heart cold from a rocky road

I broke up with the hate now its back to the grind

And slimey ball gon hit every single time

Too much drip when i trip a flood

Why he talking like he do it cause he does

Aint no hating i be stepping outta love

I was trapping back when nelly made air force ones

Pain on my back it weigh a million, million

Did it by myself oh what a feeling feeling

Tryna break the glass and dance on the ceiling

With my head to the sky

And im good with the shot

Dont need

Assiss

Siss

Siss

Siss

Siss

Siss

If you playing with my bros or my

Sis

Sis

Sis

Sis

Sis

Sis

I admit that im blessed but i still want to kill

Im afraid of my own anger that shit gives me chills

Im more concerned about the things i cannot heal

Aint that what makes these slaps

Aint that what make me ill

Chill