Gummies for the kid got me sour patch ripped
Time to let it burn I'm an hour past lit
Yes you all prey, I devour that shit
Breaking up thorns putting flowers to lips
Easy to be cool when you're parents rich
It's a lot harder when you ain't got shit
Talk cheap but someone gotta pay for it
Way you talk, price tag lookin' dangerous
Loose lips loose lips
New kid want some credit
Who's this?
Come and get it
Oh shit, ghost
Heard you talking how you did most
Heard you think you got that new sauce?
Heard we partners now I didn't know
Heard since interview Zu getting cold
Thoughts linger
Words trigger
They want a hand out
Get middle finger
Tell little finger I figured it out
Crew em and spit it right out
Bars on fire you would think I got grills in my mouth
But I don't do ice though
Neat no sprite yo
You and wifey shop for jewelry, that's kinda nice though
Super cute
Comments on her photos man you love your boo
Ayyeee good for you
You're a good man
I been savage since I chose to start writing with left hand
Think you gully boy, you a Shah Rukh con artist
Actin' like you got it, lip syncing every performance
I'm here but I'm the tortoise
You scared, I can't control it
My animals all around
Got bears in every forest
My beats, all assorted
My words, all important
My drive has never been in buying whips that's imported
I'm tryin' can you support it?
No lying I can't afford it
Defiant without a warning
I riot and I destroy it
I need to seek some asylum have no home
And traveling in these streets with the rowdiest pack of wolves
Howling up at the moon
Hear the sound of it at your room
Burn the loudest that shit go boom
It's so cloudy, I must consume
Every ounce of it I'm a goon
I will pounce if you make a move
Show the town, just what I can do
Yeah this fairy tale ain't for you
Little Red riding no more
I'm just head hunting for sport
Give me every ESPY award
If you ever test me it's war
I leave blood all on your Dior
I leave casualties there galore
I'm sorry Sally ain't selling no seashells by the seashore
I'm sure, I'm wavy
Daniel Day Lewis can't play me
Dropping shit new as baby
Sorry we done with the waiting
Signed distribution with satan
God lookin' mad but made us
I don't got no virtue, I was a doctor I'd murder my patients
I'm so absurd on the on daily
Who going hammer? I nail it
Getting ever clear I got the proof and you something like Baileys
This shits a joke to me clearly
Check work in progress it's scary
Nothing you say will prepare me
Either you for me or fear me
Choose
