Ight

Middle of the night

I'm about to get in a fight

Your bitch on my lap

Give that ass a slap

 

You know your a try-hard

Eating nothing but my shard

Driving Corvettes

Your Bitch one of my pets

 

I'm a hit-man

Shot you from the window

You look like shit man

STD's from your ex-hoe

Turning to ground zero

I'm rolling down the window

Like a nigga movin' kilo

My new flow bought hub lots below zero

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

 

 

I rap to destroy hero's, zero percent chance you win, bingo,

Sipping on some different liquid leaning like it's limbo

I'd be damned if my kids was growing up with a cardboard box as a pillow,

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

I get bent for the hero, And till I get glory,

How many fucks given- zero

 

Repping for my block, posting up in the window

Niggah wanted me to rob some nickles

Added me to the list of them kill victims

Keepin it and I aint got no regrets bitch

So diss that bitch, went to rehab bitch

Chilled and relaxed bitch, with no niggahs on my mind

Bitch thats right I aint cock thirsty, you always tryna jerk em

You on that weird shit, always tryna get it.

keepin it