Hearse

Nigga want a verse that's a hearse That bitch wanna suck my dick that's a curse My niggas really out here thats for certain We gone leave yall hurt Yall need some nurses And it all falls down Nigga I'm the cream of the crop Fictional kings They say that they the kings when they not Tempurpedic these niggas sleepin on us like cots Not talking bout rocks When they was slinging them shots Been in the game like the x button Cross em out If that rapper trash he ain't sayin nothing Toss em out And I'm on my boss shit I ain't rent the crib I bought the house Bitches say I'm awesome Steve Austin when I stun the crowd We got shooters on roof We got shooters in the house We got shooters in hell Some of our shooters are in jail Yall rapping like yall don't know who yall wanna be Yo lines wobbly that's a transverse Got yo baby mama in a damn skirt Went to the Louis Vuitton store and bought yo house nigga Meanwhile you in denial can't even by a couch nigga Niggas spazin they gone be in the casket when the canon hit you Yall niggas need some anger management yall got mad issues I ain't mad at you My skin like plant tissue But at the end the day this rap shit I am the guru Nigga want a verse that's a hearse That bitch wanna suck my dick that's a curse My niggas really out here thats for certain We gone leave yall hurt Yall need some nurses