Letras
I just took a shit up on yo day I'm Yami in the 4th
Bring da 4 up to da O I got the glizzy in the tote
Boy I'm It so if you clowin on the gang you betta float
All black inna spider we be moving phantom troupe
Betta get low dick actin anal from the shit show
You can't even see my hits like Madara in limbo
Throw my homie at you in that water like Kuzenbo
If you don't know what grabba is then fuck up off my lingo
You get Aero from my Smith now you can't dream on
Nightmare nightmare while I'm runnin through ya home
I slide for a queen like I'm inna honeycomb
If my hands in my pocket leave me tf alone
They mommies and they daddies always cheat me on the payday
Fuck them broke bitches imma get my money anyways
99 gon never let that cheddar ever runaway
Zip of that lava cake bitch I gotta celebrate
I look like asta got a devil on my shoulder
Bitch it's only 2pm and I already smoked a quarter
I'm Mike Tyson how i'm boxing out the kona mane
Put it in reverse terry whip around do corner mane
762 rip him open like piñata
Hop up in that 2010 and puff that marijuana
Whip around the 4 hawkin shit like a piranha
D Generation finna tag team ya mama
Imma pass this bitch Odi
This pack be hittin OD
This that sklat only 99 gon keep it lowkey
They actin like they know me
Lil bitch no one can hold me
Blow the fuck up then kill myself when i turn 40
Like i'm radagon
Swang until the rat is gone
Pistol on my waist I flip it out like it's a balisong
Zed gon snuff him at the function that's another rapper gone
Roll him in the the blunt dolo face then I ash it dawg
99 the necromancer pulled up with the bag of bones
Stats maxed out on the gang we get the bag alone
Puffing exotic that I done bought back from the O
Bitch the gangy turn a haunted house into a haunted home
We storm the dungeon
They swarming in by the hundreds
That 50 drum gets to bustin
They stacking up like it's nothing mane
We get the loot
Slide our way back to the coupe
Duck the feds 99 always gotta stay up on the move
Scoping out these pussies mane I feel like Fletcher Cox
Imma skrip him he ain't get his quarter back I get the drop
I got your shawty in my shotty
Zeddy steady flexing cock up on yo bitch
I got some Rocawear so I could go and rock a bitch
Like i'm radagon
Swang until the rat is gone
Pistol on my waist I flip it out like it's a balisong
Zed gon snuff him at the function that's another rapper gone
Roll him in the the blunt dolo face then I ash it dawg
Hold up, we gon slide up out the back
Call me Saint Nicholas I reach up in my bag
Broke his ankles that pussy boy don't know where he at
You gon miss me with fu fu I ain't wanting none of that
Matter fact
Run it back hoe
Hit the F5 up on a bitch I break his back bone
Slither out the way I make my way up through the back door
You could try to replicate
But on my mama you will never ever be a sklat tho
All my company looks just like me
Lost my will and my uniquity
Baby there's already poison in the well
Stay away ion need tha help
99 already on our the to hell
Lost it all I don't know myself
Found myself seizing alone in the dark
Change of the season the end of an arc
All the smoke that i'm seeping hope it fixes my heart
Bitch my life got no meaning been alone from the start
I watched you walk away when no one else was around
Found my comfort in the ounce
And now i'm one with the ground
Purple in my bloodstream
I'm livin the dream it feel like
Nobody can touch me
But I still feel ugly inside
I'm in the woods rollin woods
Bitch im feelin good
Yesterday I smoked about a zip because i could
Pass me the fucking dutch
Imma just take that lil bitch to the face
I don threw the key away
When I don slipped into the grave
Fighting my conscience I watch it all burn
Odds with myself I'm only makin shit worse
Bitch my chop sound like shakira
It go lelolelole
Imma pull my mask up bitch
99 finna come and fucking spray at where they lay