HARD HORN NIGHTMARE

She slip something in my drink, got me seeing red like Twong They say this shit from the trap, but I ain't Yeat, this ain't no tonk I'll show you why u can't f*ck with us, over here we bring them bars All on the lawn they think they strong, talk to the opps they got those frauds All of these packs, they done bein smoked All of that tough talk, don't know what its for All of them rovers, no not the cars All of that running, for them to fall All of the capping, all their fault All of that drama, you better call Saul All of the fall offs, better take off You can't talk to me when I got no wrongs There's a devil on my shoulder Told me a bitch Tried to f*ck me over Grabbed my keys Got into my Range Rover Drove down the street, saw her, then I ran her over Don't mean it though, I'm talkin hypothetically Possibly sympathetically I don't know, I got a couple of screws loose My mind got me playing duck duck goose Wit all the thoughts inside my head I'm going insane just shoot me dead I'm starting to see a whole lotta red That's right nigga you heard what I said Bout to f*ck up a nigga like a boxer engine Finna end up like a crab at a lobster convention Or a nigga from red dead redemption Caught your attention, forgot to mention All these niggas full of pretension Hold up nigga We not even in the same dimension