Monster

Damn, am I a monster When I get off of that red I turn to a monster When she get off of her, meds, seem like her mind stuck On them old niggas from the past but I don't mind her Oh yeah, cause that love that I be showing, it go both ways I can't save that hoe, mm-hmm I don't got no cape I might blow up his whole block that shit like propane And my ooter, I slide down sending shots with no aim Lets go, ooter walk down all black all black Dump the mag, dump the mag, dump the mag Bullets gonna catch your ass, catch your ass, catch up Hit it the bank, niggas let's tap I show her the big racks, big racks , big racks, big racks When I get mad I can't confess my love over the phone because my shit might be tap Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap They like how your pockets so fat, so fat, yea, so fat, oh yeah I'm geeks out my mind, I'm doing these drugs, ain't popping no flats, oh yeah My ooter gonna type of computer, yo, he might just unload the mac, oh yeah That shit you be saying be cap, my shooter a maniac, oh yeah She giving good brain, she giving good brain, that lil' hoe a brainiac Your pockets so thin, them bitches is so light, it lookin' like flight reacts, oh yeah All you do is dis on the net, yeah, so my niggas finna react Ain't fucking, that hoe it's a trap, keep that burner on me, don't lack I rock archive fashion you rock Gap, up the boom get you gone, off the map She gone, yeah, oh yeah She gone on a map, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah She gone, gone, oh yeah She gone, gone, oh yeah She gone, gone, oh yeah