YM Inkredible feat. Thugga,Raw Dizzy,Flow,T@

歌詞

I pop some Percocets Then l pop some Xanax Sitting back strapped, cocked Plotting on your man next Jack a nigga for his work Then stretch it like some Spandex He hesitate, I spray and leave him Like a Tampex - oops, I meant a Tampax Bitch, I keep that anthrax I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs Shoot off your Sedan Lac Nigga, I demand stacks I ain't playing black Bitch, I be spraying Macks All type of guns with accessories I'm like Cosby for the bills I need mills like Stephanie Pussy niggas can't stand next to me I've got dope and ecstasy Keep em floating like both of the levees breached Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please Put your pussy in the pan, Friskies I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say shit I'm just here to separate The real from the fake shit I told you, I was coming in I'm sorry for the wait I gotta get this money man It's right here in my face I got the Devil on my back I don't wanna be up in that place My grandmom tell me to be safe I just keep running in these streets I can't stop fucking with these hoes When I say I'm just doing me Bitch, I'm a Ninth Ward nigga Mason street, D & G That Florida right by the D Need to free my nigga B I ain't the type of person to be Running from no beef, those fucking guns Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody Off their feet So watch your fucking mouth Before you end up on that floor and stop Acting like you're hard cause You know you've been a ho I told you out the gate I'm not the fake I gotta say, please excuse Almost forgot man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way Money over bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for your neck Raw, I'm sharp, my swagger like an X I'm a motherfucking monster, I rap like I'm possessed Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper The game is a bitch, hold that down and rape her Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator I'm an Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woop'n They went brazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi Bitch, get some ice and pour my Sprite And light my bong and my doobies Fuck your producer, I'm the one who be Producing my music I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot Cock the semi Drop you like an Otterbox They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket Kill a nigga, have him thinking that he planking All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong Didn't l change the game and put my motherfucking team on Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos I get loaded til I motherfucking overload Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes Ask them bitches, I told em hoes They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket Pull them hammers out and run them nigga's like stockings Got some niggas from my city Thugga, Dizzy, Flow Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch