[Intro] I don't even wanna talk on this intro We gon' let this work speak
[Verse 1] Okay sicker than a nursing home Put me on a death list Always going in as if my name is on the guest list Colder than your ex bitch Hotter than your next bitch Way over your head I guess I'm something like a necklace Something like tetris Get the block shaking My wallet Ruben Studdard And you niggas Clay Aiken These bitches they be faking like implants and half smiles I met this bitch head like a fucking face towel It gets messy when I step inside the booth 10 bitches on my side and they waiting to get loose Put the bible on the mic Cause all I do is speak the truth And if she wanna push my buttons Pull her out just like a tooth I'm viscous like some dread locks I think these hoes got me twisted Find yourself coming up short just like a midget Run with me or get left And it's too late for your decision Now you up inside the hole And I'm feeling like Blake Griffin Score! These niggas want some more The rappers can't knock me Like a house with no doors My house is one floor So I'm always on the top And I run this rap game Sponsor me with Nike socks It's the home of the Soxs And my team is up to bat You don't need no GPS To know my city on the map And it's still fingers up To all of those who don't agree She say I ain't got no manners So I told her "bitch please" I'm a monster Sammy Niggas can't fan me Cause I be in the booth Going hard for my family I need that Need that Mama say we "need that" No I do not stutter But you know I'm bout to repeat that I need that deal I'm popping just like a pill I'm going in for the kill Then if you wanna be real I got these hoes on lock These niggas lie down too So when she say she the best Just ask that ho for some proof That shit is dead Lyrically I'm killing these rappers When they gon' stop comparing me to these actors Rapping about a life that you really not about You a sorry ass baby Get this curly hand out So she can shut up I'm really starting to get fed up But I refuse to just let up And bitch that's straight up Let that shit burn
[Outro] Yo Who the fuck you know gon' do it like that? Tink I ain't got nothin' else to say You know who you isTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
