Lyrics
Haters keep eating my dick ima shake em off
Might put a hole in 1 just like I'm playing golf
Figi headshot I don't hit em in the torso
You are what you eat ima have me some tassot
Oven on pot roast slow cook
Said he had crack in the kitchen but he ain't no cook
Might read all summer I don't need need a damn book
Niggas fishy but I got a hook
Niggas playing blind Ima hit em on sight
Walking with a G next to me I don't fight
Mind been fried lil nigga I ain't right
Bro still fly in the can he don't need no kites
If ya pop was a rat then ya boy was a mice
Ain't shit sweet here, no sugar just spice
Real geeked up nigga sip raw no sprite
Grand theft auto I hit me a heist
Yea!
Fuck it up, make it up Maybelline
You wanna talk to me better start paying me
I did the crime and the time, but the time that I did for the crime...
Shit make no sense to me
Think he man well that choppa vasectomy
Only fcked one time that pussy remember me
Niggas ain't handling business they let it be
Nigga not grinchset that nigga no friend of me enemy
Like the bottom lock ima keep it lowkey
Feel like I'm smokey im smoking on opps on the front porch
Ask how we playing we playing for keeps
Trap on fire shit hop make it jump more
Trap on fire shit hop make it jump more
Trap on fire shit hop make it jump more
Trap on fire shit hop make it jump more
Okay
Haters keep eating my dick ima shake em off
Might put a hole in 1 just like I'm playing golf
Figi headshot I don't hit em in the torso
You are what you eat ima have me some tassot
Oven on pot roast slow cook
Said he had crack in the kitchen but he ain't no cook
Might read all summer I don't need need a damn book
Niggas fishy but I got a hook