Letras
Sick of all the talking it's starting to make me nauseous
All my numbers goin up don't give a fuck that I departed
When they listen to my shit I hope they wish they never started
Think yo shit is hot but everything you make is garbage
Fuck the function imma go and kick the bucket
Why you stunting? But got no money for the budget
Quit the fussing unless you wanna come and run it
I smoke 13 grams of cookies I aint talking bakers dozen
They ain't a fucking thing that 99 can't do
I want a Chevy Malibu and put that bitch on 22's
Wasting my time hit em with the deuce deuce
Bunch of pussies in my city I won't never hang with you
Imma steal yo thunder like my name was Percy Jackson
I came up from the gutter with my brothers now we laughing
I don't fuck with confrontation but bro we can get it cracking
Imma crack you in the face
And you ain't gonna know what's happening (stupid bitch!)
(Oh gotta keep it going)
(Yeah you already know what the fuck goin on)
Talking up out yo ass Grey ain't never really on that
These bitches on my ballsack but Sally never call back
Gripping up on a spliff never sippin fuck the cognac
I'm thumbing thru this whole stack, fingers hurt but sold that
Pack right to ya grammy hurt her back she need that indo
She want the phallus Grey but I don't think my shit gon' fit though
Saliva steady packing heat that's even when my dick froze
Can't find a better rapper check
The static like the clip froze I'm that
Type of motherfucker rummage in the gutter
Flip a fucking pack to make the bread and butter
Up yo bitch and make her live under my covers
Sucka fuckas I can't touch em why they fussing I'm like
Who the fuck they talking bout boy
Get that Grey up out ya mouth
Before I take a shit up on yo couch and bounce
And make yo bitch my maid and clean my house
This town is full of fuckin clowns so Sally out