PIP BOY

Keep a glocky strapped up on my motherfucking hip, boy Ice up on my wrist, look like a motherfucking Pip-Boy Feeling like it's fallout, catch yo ass and you get hit I don't hear you talking shit, cause I'm too busy making hits, boy Triple backflip off the top like Vikingo Shawty eat my kids like that bitch was a dingo Got a free space up in her mind, we playing bingo Yes, I hit it raw, but I told her I'm still single I be dropping singles, you be dropping jingles Need a demonic bitch, I don't f*ck with Christian Mingle Stendo clip up on my chopper, looking like a can of Pringles Bitch, I'm sliding down your chimney with the pack like Kris Kringle My bitch look like Inspector Gadget, way she extend her arm and grab it I be on my rockstar shit but I ain't talking bout Black Sabbath Need me a lil rockstar bitch who has a hundred plus bad habits Came up with them junkies, bitch, I grew up around them fucking addicts Ninety-seven suburban and in the back I keep a K Aim that shit right at your brain, you know I'm gonna let it spray Al-Al-Allen Iverson, we ain't talking practice, we in the game Got my badges up on Hall of Fame, hit your ass from limitless range Bitch, I am a warlord, running up the scoreboards Shawty rubbed my wood like she was polishing the floorboards Now they fucking with my clique, but they don't understand the lore, lore I just smoked a hundred blunts but I ain't high enough, need four more Raised around a family, where love meant sharing all your drugs If the opp gonna steal my pack, I chase em down and fill them up with slugs Got it out the mud, few years from now I'm rotting with the bugs Remember riding with them thugs We were so low, we was plotting on the plug Something in my cup, I mix it with the molly, float away Yeah I take these fucking substances to fix the problems in my brain Another day goes by, another loved one growing Angel wings I put my chopper in the sky, I let it bang, let me hear the angels sing