BUCHAREST (feat. Llama Slime)

(I'm on all that, you hear me?) I left alone the Percocets It wasn't working yet We gon' toot it and Shoot it just to see which one hurt the best His wifey want the oil based, That shit that's gon' Hurt her chest That's my auntie and my uncle Why the f*ck you think they call me neph? She blew all of her veins out She temper flesh and Shoot her neck Bitch, how bad you want this food? Meet me by the Bucharest Lactose I put in this shit ain't blue top This ain't 2 percent I can teach the benefits of blenders on some chemist shit She like, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeaa Think you fuckin' up my life, I'm fuckin' up your' whole head I don't care about no messages or what a hoe said All these hoes be in the way, I really need a hoe shed You be askin' all them questions, it's some shit you need to know What's this shit up on the table? White boy was doin' blow Bad bitch in the back, sound like she was gettin' choked Real nigga in the basement, tryna figure out how to grow Lifestyle in a trap, spendin' money, make it back You too old to pull them stunts again, you like a Cadillac Told his barber that was him, so he start pushin' his shit back A Couple warnin' shots, really got him jumpin' like he Jack Say he jumpin', got him testin' out his vertical That one shit, we get surgical, we ain't mistakenly shootin' If he got hit, it was purposeful What Goes around, comes around, that's why the drum shape circular In the water, chasin' chicken, definition of surf and turf I came from nothin', how the f*ck you gon' hurt the dirt? After he got straps on his sleeves, I done told him to burn the shirt Hit him all angles, This choppa K If you ask, I prefer the Kirk Shoot a nigga like I'm Kodak And then I skirt, skirt Bad girl like Rihanna, she pull up and give me work work I'm pullin' Teremana out this bag, I bet she twerk I'm pullin' by the thousand out this bag, I need a clerk clerk And No, you never come that, be the reason why you hurt hurt I be like, go, go, go, go, go, gon' head You ain't wastin' no more time, I should've left you on read We 'round some bad bitches tonight, you better have your own bread We makin' sandwiches tonight, you better have your own spread We really be on, on, on, on, on, on, go In the booth, or on the road, call Jada it's on the flo' From a brick into a bowl, get it sold, it gotta go When my mama pushed me out, the doctor told her she had to goat Because I'm bad to the bone, get to that bag, to get on Treat that road like I'm Tina, call me Ike, watch me beat it When you get that cocaina heated, that make it anemic Watch it lock in that pot like ain't nobody leavin Come f*ck with me and get that bag on, bitch, you always brag wrong You still a lil' nigga, we be tryin' to leave you at home Put your money on the line, I'm 'round here takin' niggas' backbone Put a laser on a stick, I'm 'round here fucking around at zap zone You ain't got no business bein' out here servin' crack wrong We ain't in no lack zone, Jae gon' get that pack gone She shakin' ass to that song, I f*ck on her, she scream "oh yea" He said, bitch, how bad you want this food? Come meet me by the Bucharest Come meet me by the Bucharest He said, bitch, How bad you want this food? Come meet me by the Bucharest Sometimes you gotta take a step back just to see your success Your project big, the profit small, but I can handle the mess And I'll air this bitch out, that's how you handle the rest Straight headshot, why this nigga ask for a vest? Ain't on no east side, always find me out on the west Do I get lonely? girl, yes, I ain't the only one stressed I ain't the only one that made it out that crash and it's blessed Sometimes I do need to vent, I'm askin' him to repent I did some shit that fucked me up, but I'd do it again But them my other issues, no lookin' in that rear view You need some help, you by yourself, them niggas won't come get you I'm sittin' back and facin' woods, it's kickin' jujitsu No, I don't never give a f*ck, don't even continue I caught you in a lie, that's forever the issue Rest in peace, my nigga Lonnie, forever gon' miss you If I could tell you where we goin', tell me what you been through Oh yeah, I'm spittin' facts to the game I been tru I been true to the shit I went through, but never folded I got a lot of stories that I could tell, but never told them No signs of discomfort, that's the world weigh on my shoulders They throw rocks and hide they hands, the shit we throw hit them like boulders We been racin' to that money like we tryna meet a quota Don't tell me you love me, your loyalty will show you I was selfless, you called me selfish, I was maintainin' my focus What I gave to you, you didn't reciprocate, and if you had, then I wouldn't want it You can keep it, the love you said you had, I don't need it All the words you said, you didn't mean them The way you made me feel was like dreamin? I Had enough of my own demons, you done had me on the defensive No, I'm not done sinnin', but to be right as I repent