LIGHTS FLICKER

(*Coughs*) (Tell that hoe we are not fuckin around bitch) (You can go tell yo whole family that you are so fuckin obsessed) (Ahaha man this is a laughing matter) (And I'm the only one laughing) Bitch you can go and tell your hoe ass friend that she can suck my dick Po- po- popping all these percs, sorry I was never listening (hahaha) Catching all these dividends I bet you do not understand what I was saying bitch Retarded motherfucker, go back to your- Fathers crib Where he did not care at all (HAHA) I'm sorry, you was a distraction from the coke and adderall (whoa) I did my research on yo past I need a playback call (pfffff) Cuz if u saw that shit like I did, I can see the fault Yeh yeh yeh I done came back with the .45 no kickback stall Cuz when I'm blasting I want everyone to see you fall (hahaha) I even want yo pussy mans running down the hall (bye) I'm making others rappers jealous, on this beat I waltz Yeh yeh He might be tall but my words bigger, go figure VETEMENTS on my shirt cuz I know that I'm sicker Lights flicker, when I'm with her Cuz I'm doing her like you never could and I'll make her shiver Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh Bands, racks, stacks, mags Bands, racks, stacks, mags And you never know, where I'm at I'm always flying around I got that fuckin cash on me (Ahahaha) (*breathes*) (We're cruisin' round in the SRT, right now) (With yo bitch) (On my dick) (See, is that what you like?) (Lil bitch shut the f*ck up) Bi- bi- bitch you must be so mad (so mad) That I came up on this shit like old Holmes had But it's no mystery (yeh!) I need that glycerine (yeh!) Cuz yo bitch could never make me wet, toxicity (hahaha) That lil slut, need to shut, I give no Uh fucks Spend a bag, then I'll make a bag (make a bag) Then I'll throw it in yo face And then I'll make you dance (make you dance) Free bitch Freak bitch You ain't got no mans (haha) cuz when he knows, you a hoe He will understand Check him, then we'll kick him to he's dead, David Beckham Then we'll kill your fuckin slut, thats a lesson Hahaha, Smith & Wesson Hahaha, pussy boy shut up I need to finish my session (YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH) (YEH, YEH, YEH) (YEH, YEH, YEH) (YEH, YEH, YEH) Bands, racks, stacks, mags Bands, racks, stacks, mags And you never know, where I'm at I'm always flying around I got that fuckin cash on me (hahaha)