A BOTTLE OF

Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff Ready to jump off Y'all bugging, I'm just taking the piss But I do a better job, at raising yo kids Tell 'em to shut up You think you fucking funny? Nuh uh G But this beat, makes me go dummy Mommy I'm on one You got guts made of gummy Spending monopoly money, trust me You're looking kinda lost son So what's the cost huh? I heard your boss, thought I'm awesome Yeah of course, I got your job, stop gawking, so awkward What a nerd, bet you never smoked a blunt once Got too much talent, f*ck it, you want some? Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this But I've been standing on the edge of a- uh- uh Second verse, don't take it personal It could be worse, could be pushing 30 bro Dirty flow, but you fuckers ain't heard it tho Working slow, in the bushes I be lurking low Swirling home, on a bottle of whatever I got Penny for my thought, you'll end up spending a lot What's in the pot? Heard that he's cooking something hot On the spot, take a shot, in the dark, short of luck Sorta fucked, but I bet you're getting used, to it Whenever there's a problem you just push, through it Screw it, you don't wanna look, stupid ZEP on the beat now that's some good, music Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this But I've been standing on the edge of a cliff Y'all fuckers ain't ready for this But I've been standing on the edge of a- uh- uh