Isis Type Beat

Hi Where's my fucking lighter, where's my fucking lighter? There it is, there it is, there it is, there- Where's my fucking blunt, yeah, where's my fucking blunt? Blow up, blow up, I'm about to blow up Filled up with emotion and some potion, had to pour up No cup, grow up, bitch, you better grow up Slow up, if you talkin' shit, you better throw up Throw up, nausea in my stomach, had to let it go Wet the bowl, toilet pot then boil, foil it, let it blow I'm ready ho, cutting coke, I feel it in my finger tips Trigger rip, liquor in my system, lit a cigarette Nigga bet, nigga bet, nigga, you can fuckin' bet I'ma have to get the TEC, spray it at your fuckin' neck Stalk your block, throw you on the chopping block My choppa talk, Choppa yell Gritting teeth and spitting 'til the copper fell Is he talking copper shells or coppers that get pensions? I'ma oppa to you niggas that be paying for attention Fuck a mention, build the tension, eventually 'til accession I'm benching these niggas quenching the people need for a drenching I'm flooding the game, blood in the mud on my name I ain't even sped it up or spud up the bud in my brain I could do that, tight like virgins, clean detergents Yacking up my sins like I am purging Feel the urge and cut like surgeon I can feel my rage emerging Taking over me, I don't wanna talk Baking on a leaf, towing on a Glock Runnin' on my feet, dodging hella opps I got no more weed, I've been doing drops I've been high as fuck, I got momma scared She just wanna talk, like I am not aware But she like all my shit, 'cause my momma ain't a square And I started making hits when I took off all my hair I'm Darkie, bitch, Darkie, bitch Fuck you mean, I'm here to stay I grip the K and let it say, "Bang bang" to any nigga in my way Fuck a hater man, got the greater bands I could back it up, I could put you on the hands Nigga, back it up, I see you wanna take offense And you talk a lot of shit, but got no shit inside your pants bitch I be on my grind everyday, I be out the box like a Russian AK She be suckin' on my cock, told that bitch, "Okay" The way she make it disappear, I'd pay Good money, drug money, can't deposit blood money Wood honey, cherry looking sunny Reefer inside of my tummy, funny bunny running from me I'ma blow up, blow up, on Allah, I'ma blow up I follow you, won't show up, got Shala bumpin', no fucks YTrid out my speakers, I be fighting all my teachers Features, gotta love what you don't need Weed hitting like a Judo knee Got pseudo, keys, and mushrooms, pounds And you know these won't rush you down We high as hell 'cause we below it Heaven is the 7-11 'cause I'm a broke kid Speaking like reverend, Lil Darkie be on Imam shit Melon that I'm serving the devil is my Palm shit Darkie hella mad, ain't really with the calm shit I be dropping fire like striking you with a bomb shit I'm just gon' leave this right here