THE ATTIRE

All black is the attire when I come to creep The Niggas see me on they street They know I come to eat But I ain't talking bout no food Bitch I'm coming for yo soul And I don't mean to be rude I'm just here to simply slap a nigga And take his bitch Give a f*ck about the consequences when I'm in this bitch I'm out here clinching on my shirt Thinking about what I'm finna do Thoughts of slaughtering the whole game And jumping off a roof Hoe And I won't take no for answers When I come through this bitch I'm shootings niggas When I hit em now they start becoming dancers I thought you was into that trap shit Not wit all that snitch shit You running around runnin yo mouth Like you a big bitch I could give a f*ck about yo feelings or yo family I will come and put you in the dirt Quick in a dandy Niggas say I gahhdamn got that shit that make you vomit Rip ya nigga spine out Now you sick to ya stomach Nigga Now why you looking at me like a bitch I got niggas on my side that'll put you in a ditch No questions I don't think asked you for answers Pikegang here to kill em all We like terminal cancer F*ck around and find yoself left out in the cold Niggas said I got them flows But I already done known I got plays lined up Them pounds already been sold But I'm real bold But that's another story to be told Nigga