You're 25
Got 20 guys
With 20 knives
'bout 5 man will end 20 lives
Do the mathematics
That's 4-5, should've thought of that
And your jawlines
You pussy n***as bare exercise
Or skeet-skeet when you see the guys
With the big MAC, no extra thighs
Manna shake the pump then pressurize
So there's no point looking in the skies
For them shooting stars
Cause I'll come 'round and I'll shoot a star
Send a lame boy down to Lucifer
Then leave town in an Uber car
It's like you don't know how rude you are
Tryna' send for me like I won't hear
Got them on shakes when I come near
Man, these hoes know what I'm really on
You ain't giving uck; run a marathon
And I never fucked with a Bible on
Wanna' nick me? Just carry on
There's a couple nights where I don't sleep
And these bloody feds give me cold feet
Knockin' at my door 'round half three
Finna' smoke them if they ask me -
- for the hard food with the soft green
One dumb hoe said she needs me
I don't buy that cause she's so extreme
Told her "fuck that, give me head please"
And I got that, she an EE
Told her "fuck that, give me head please"
And I got that, she an EE
Hit west with like ten bags
Then I leave west with like ten bags
Got a big .9 with like ten mags
Bill a fat head with like ten fags
I got A palms, so just speak wise
You won't see me without these guys
She an EE so I F'd her with my young G
They don't want to cause she looked me
Sold her fuckery for the whole team
'Bout five guys, I'm a sick man
Took seven words and she ate me
'Bout half nine tell her "skeet skeet"
Took her bus stop, I don't tend to
But I felt bad cause her friends knew
Took her bus stop, I don't tend to
But I felt bad cause her friends knew