Lyrics

Think he fuckin' with me Think he fuckin' with me Think he fuckin' with me A1 what you tell em' Think he fuckin' with me he aint fuckin' take his medicine I got these senior citizen caps hitting me wantin they medicine They asking A1 how you doing I see you improving Swear my life a movie I paused and resumed it In the booth on Monday dropping that shit like church on Sunday Trappin in Lacoste, reading the Bible and its fraud No Redbull but I got wings, I'm tryna take off And these bitch keep fuckin' with me I'm tryna prove em wrong Thinking shit be sweet. A 1-2-3 feelin' physco bob Fire off that firearm that's the only alarm They say life's a bitch so I pass em to my dead dogs She only had one job, I told her drop that neck don't stop Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Back in the booth go dummy Niggas still hating but ain't getting no money Ion care what you might see me with just know you can't get shit from me Don't play wit me cuz you hungry pump In yo guts open up yo tummy Niggas ain't fucking wit Erks but they just might try it don't work shit funny But I stay it the cut Gotta lil play gotta k in the truck One on the waist but it stay in the tuck Until one of these pussies wan play and get fucked Callin these plays laying em up Young pat Riley, Ray in the cut Dame time same time blazing em up 7k way straight out the mud Pop straight out and buss back to the same shit Money don't change shit Be having too much on my brain I roll up again I'm tryna erase it Nother One to the face give em one to the face Give it up nigga face it Nigga just basic GTA six nigga get wasted Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Thats Blurrry Blur, blur, blur, blur, blur, blur Black on black I'm strapped I got that that tool on me now Confiscate your block it ain't no moving me now You niggas thinking that you hot I got the cooling kit now Boy if it's up then it's stuck it ain't no smoothing shit out Catch me posted on your block and shit I be dropping shit Similar to a custodian cuz I be mopping shit. No convo for a bitch just make it sloppy use a lot of spit And if I say to do it for the gram It is not a pic I stay in you in yo bitch I'm just working on my stamina Shoulda named me Melvin Baby boy I ain't no amateur Suggest you reconsider if you ever think bout jammin' us Cuz shit get blurry like a android camera
Writer(s): Marshall Drayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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