QUITE THE FORM

Uh Aye

I be seeing red sometimes

Don't even know whats right or wrong

It's been raining for some years

Nowadays we just tryna fight the storm

My bro taking Risk

He move with sticks all day, despite the norm

I'm smoking zips straight to the face

To reach my higher form

To reach my higher self

All this pain make good for fire songs

You best get behind yourself

They see when you up, Don't see the quiet storm

See me moving all this weight, say i got quite the form

College bitch she always at my crib cause she don't like the dorms

Modest bitch,

But that bitch a demon when she in my bed

I was fucking with her friend

But she said why you don't try me instead

I ain't dumb I know this bitch wanna get physical

Just to get up in my pockets

Bitches too predictable

You can't get up off your ass

But you could hate that shit so pitiful

Damn, You don't got shit up on your plate

My shit look plentiful

I don't fuck with niggas like i'm racist

None these niggas dependable

I'm in your hood, any block bendable

Nigga you know all this bread apprehendible

Bitch i gotta eat

Riding with "shhh" when I swerve in the V

Move tact i'm just ducking the D's

Back blocks i'm moving discrete

Bad lil *bleep*

Can't sweat her I know that she treesh

Can't front though i love her physique

Got a fat ass that bitch still petite

Look uh

And she love to eat

Eat *bleep* Like Bon Appetit

Ex nigga mad she a freak

I know its a sore sight to see

Keep it a bean

Im who these niggas wanna be

Low key but i'm hot on the scene

And my pockets filled up to the seams

I be seeing red sometimes

Don't even know whats right or wrong

It's been raining for some years