Tekst Utworu
Rappin' so much, these beats want a restraining order
Talkin hella spicy on these beats I ain't even thinkin' normal
Mind fucked up I'm bouta do somethin' horrible
Tryna build my way to the top like I just threw a port-a-fort
Before rio hop on any song he Probably already poured a four
You tried to put your two cents in, why the fuck you bring a quarter for?
You stuck in the past I'm ahead bouta finish quarter four
Could be talkin about football or cash I just put in a quarter more
Inside out is how I think, finna tell you somethin' important more...
Ahhh
I mean more important
Different language, talkin backwards I'm tryna change the chorus
You might as well quit cause you won't even catch me tryna forfeit
You don't get what I'm sayin' light the blunt and take more hit's
Put me in the game I bet I could probably take more hit's
This slick talkin' I talkin bout that poor shit
This shit talkin, I'm outer space I'm talkin orbit
This stick talkin, not like the branch that you walk with
This trick talkin, blew off her mouth no more lips
Twisted mind, cut off her boobs no more tits
Heard they played my song downtown and got the court lit
Freestyled this song but I'm really finna record it
Play my shit you get lifted, like a forklift
This beat endin' Spittin bars tryna fit more in
This crazy, I just made this shit in the mornin'
Had to double back but to be honest I ain't even wanna finish
You ain't official, you got some fake people that you runnin' with
When I make a deadline with the cheese I wanna double it
No basketball but I'm hard to shoot like a double rim
Bad since a kid I'm the kid you always got in trouble with
Fuck that y'all ain't never really fuck with me, I've been the troubled kid
Bloodstain on the floor don't give a fuck just throw a rug on it
Shit talkin' on this beat so I threw a punt on it
Bars go right over your head liked a farris wheel, you gettin' spun on it
Different ride though like a bloody war, you ain't havin' fun in it
Finna have my own business, the big boss yes I'm runnin it
If you play a hard beat around me fuck it then I'm runnin' it
Catch 'em from the back of the crib, he thought I was runnin' in
Playin around, grab the gun, open his mouth, stick the gun in it
You said there's a meat grinder over there? stick his tongue in it
Heard he a rat so we finna have some scary fun with 'em
Writer(s): Jordan Johnson
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