Pardon Me

SLADE6 fuck your bitch! I'm sick of hearing all this verse It's getting worse A lotta money in my purse and I don't rehearse I put my mind on full conscious I do observe You got your bitch a fucking necklace That she don't deserve I'm not the best but I can judge on what I hear We're giving the quality when quantity appear Disappear then reappear cause there's a lotta things to do Live in different atmosphere You fuckers looking like a fool Back it up, back it up Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up For fuck's sake Bring it back, bring it back Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up What's up boy (Yuh) Back it up, back it up Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up For fuck's sake Bring it back, bring it back Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up What's up boy (Yuh) Hold on, all these bitches getting sawed on 2 days without posting, it's Ramadan Hold on, why you texting with a hard on? Leaving in it on read Fuck you little bitch and I'm gone Motherfuckers gotta know That I'm not fuckin sane Bitch you better be on four Cause I'm not here to entertain Pardon my insanity Fuck all of your history Nah you better move on You're the lamest in the history Alright Motherfuckers wanna die Side to the side imma smite these white knight Full of spite! (Full of spite) You the shit? Not quite Bitch on my sight, I don't bite! Motherfucker try me Imma chop your hoe Feed them to the crow Don't flee, cause you're fucking slow Too much fucking dough More tea, for my fucking foe Feed them all my flow You'll see no matter where u go I'm still gonna blow Back it up, back it up Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up For fuck's sake Bring it back, bring it back Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up What's up boy (Yuh) Back it up, back it up Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up For fuck's sake Bring it back, bring it back Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up What's up boy (Yuh) Fuck boys pull up in a brand new whip (Woah) Dressed in all black cargos SVG drip (Ew) 1234 motherfuckers bout' to take a hit (Okay) Shut your fucking mouth I know you be talking shit (Who do we got?) We got IV on the track (Woah) Got our first millies I know you don't fuck with that I got, got my name on the cheque (Woah) Got my first designer shirt It's all about the flex aye (Alright, alright) Yuh, now tell em who it is IV's comeback yeah we cooking up again like (Uh) Yea we rounding up the Asia Better laid back No we coming in like Frieza (Ay, ay) Back it up, back it up Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up For fuck's sake Bring it back, bring it back Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up What's up boy (Yuh) Back it up, back it up Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up For fuck's sake Bring it back, bring it back Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up What's up boy (Yuh)