Letras
Hi, Hello, Top of morning I'm ready to go
I need a eighth from the moment I get outa bed
I be already to smoke
Word to my mother my brother like Shaun White
Swear that boy like to play in the snow
I do not play with my nose, I play with hoes
Feel like I'm LA Capone
Yeah, cmon
I'm got my brothers they right or they wrong
I heard that birds of the feather are always together
I guess it was true along
My circle smaller than ever
Cause lotta these niggas don't be on the shit we be on
Money keep calling my phone
Please leave a message whenever it play you the tone
Yeah cmon tell em I'm bad to the bone
I like to roll with the monster way over yander
Prolly ain't making it home I'm going outa control
I got a habit of picking the craziest hoes
Tell her to leave me alone, Shawty a killer
Told me she after my soul
Dahmer me, slaughter me
Chop me up and bottle me
You a different person with yo friends who you are with me
I think she's the devil in a dress, she's tryna target me
You would think the devil had more shit to do than bother me
Exhibits very strange behavior
I can't blame her that's just human nature
Peel back all the layers
At the core she still thinks I betrayed her
Know I gotta past of being a player
And it aggravate her
I'm not counting favors, you don't got it, you can thank me later
Yeah cause when the lights go out
The monsters all come out like like Night of Living Dead
Like Micheal Jackson thriller I been mobbing with the walking dead
I feel alive the most when I'm them, it's hard to understand
But I heard from a friend the veil the most round 3 a.m
I cut all my ties with all my haters someone pass a razor
I don't like to argue, it's ironic I'm a great debater
I rock out like slayr, deadman walking like the undertaker
I'm not used to love I'm player one, don't fuck with multiplayers
Hi, Hello, Top of morning I'm ready to go
I need a eighth from the moment I get outa bed, I be already to smoke
Word to my mother my brother like Shaun White
Swear that boy like to play in the snow
I do not play with my nose, I play with hoes
Feel like I'm LA Capone
Yeah, cmon
I'm got my brothers they right or they wrong
I heard that birds of the feather are always together
I guess it was true along
My circle smaller than ever
Cause lotta these niggas don't be on the shit we be on
Money keep calling my phone
Please leave a message whenever it play you the tone
What's wrong with me
Think I been a victim of a robbery
She done stole my heart
This hoe done got me by my arteries
She haunting me, I done hit the crazy woman lottery
Told me I can't leave
Cause day I leave she'll Jeffrey Dahmer me