Drop top on the roof, hot box, cook rocks eat a cookie for the flight, non-stop

To that, to that boy on lock, go the spot Don't blow it, you gon' get caught blocked

Cock blocked

These lil' bitches' actin' soft, got me circled

By the ops I ain't know these lil' fuckers bound to

Blow up on the spot Switch up, catch me in a lock, in a scope

With a dot red circle on my chest, blow me, blow me

Blow me, blow me, suck my cock

This that unhinged version of rap

The kind I hate on everybody, no filter, just facts

A fatty bitch, I take it, yeah she can go sit on my lap

Before I let a sneaky bitch start sneaking and that's

A fucking fact, it ain't even a shot

Driving down the road, got me thinking a lot

My last bitch was my rock, that verse wasn't for ya

Fuck, I need to stop, shit, there's traffic, man, fuck

Run the light, run the light, aye, run the light

Run or fight, fight or flight, aye, fight or flight

You a sight, keep it tight, she'll fuck your life

She my type, keep me right, always keep me right

Really catching heat from all these bitches for the streets

Nasty lil' fuckers always riding on my sheets Looking down and passing me like I'm just really

Obsolete I'm on scene with a body that I left back

In my teens

He's so annoying, oh my god,

That was really interesting

Take a breath, pop a pill, calm it down or fucking leave, I'm getting sick of all these fuckers acting

like they fucking kings Acing tests from every angle really builds my self-esteem

I'm on three

Bottles emptier than me Jacking up my thoughts, why the fuck you gotta leave

Never lose your pride, girl, cause you a fucking queen

Now I gotta play these cards they offered up to me Like I'm

Bigger than Shaq, raking in racks, counting up hundreds

You know it's a lie, my city's Wack, I'm not going back

It's crowded with bitches who act and they hide, I'm not joking this shits like an epidemic

Ahh shit

Keep your space from all them bitches, they all rabid

Ahh shit

On some real shit, fuck your mama and your daddy

And your rabbit and your papi and your sister

She a baddie, she gon' have to send that addy

Fuck your goldfish and that bitch whose name is Maddy She a two, but acting like she run the Valley,

Ahh shit

I know some people who gon' lie and say that my shit's ass

But deep inside they think it's fire, they relate to half

The shit I'm saying opens wounds that they forgot they had, But instead of being honest, they went down a path

Of trying hide and play it cool

yo we gotta keep it cool

This shit's real, it ain't a muse

This shits really comical

Cause if I tell them hoes my views, they gon' hate me, think I lose

They gon' think my screws are loose, I can't show I feel him too

I got some things stuck on my chest that now I'm letting go

Like when that group of homies switched up and they hit the road

Some stupid fucks to think that they were never in the wrong

A state of panic set, and one thought he could take a shot

The other thought that he was right by staying in the plot

I did some wrong and said some shit, but in a state of shock

Don't make it right, but they all ran and left me in a spot

Where I was fighting every demon, trying to get to God

And they all called themselves my homies, what the fuck was that

Don't ever call me your brother if you're a fucking rat

I'm really sorry I wasn't the friend you thought you had

But to think your shot was hitting was a funny gag

Yo, I'm in love, I'm in love

Oh my fucking God, I really think that I'm in love

This lil pussy really thought that he was boutta to fuck

Slide up on my bitch, then turn around and try and run

I'm a living bomb, Saudi Taliban

Blow up on your fam, then I run

Grab a fucking band, I know if I blow, they gon' come

Fuck um all, they hoes, they know why I hate um

Now it's done, he gon' think it's war

Way I'm shooting my shots with a gun

Chill out now yo, my bad bro

I ain't mean I'd fucking kill him, it ain't like that though

We don't shoot no fucking guns, go and hit no fucking bums

Slit their throat and take their lungs out of rage We having fun like,

If the story was different, I might go crazy,

but it's too bad that he thought he had a chance

With the lady, I'm dunking on hoes like crazy

Like Anthony did to KD, I'm sicker than Gwen Stefani It's funny these bitches eye me

And laugh at the shit I'm rhyming like

Hahahaha

Did you think that shit was funny

Did you think it wasn't tight

Did you share it with your friends and laugh about it through the night

Like,

I mean, fuck, you bitches are really grown, huh?

Drop top on the roof, hot box, cook rocks

Eat a cookie for the flight, nonstop to that, To that boy on lock, go the spot

Don't listen to them bitches, make a hit, make it drop

These little bitches run around talking shit that never stops

And these homies acting like they never wrong in a spot where

They leave a motherfucker laying dead on the spot

Drop the top, smoke a lot, roll another fuck a thot, aye

I said you need to stop