Neon Black

Yea Ha Paid Red, ha (Keep it up, Sharkboy) Yea yea (To some wires you would think he with the police, I got) (Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea) He in that ER hooked to wires Shit you would think he with the police (He with 12) On house arrest, had one foot in the crib, one out like Hokey Pokey (One foot in) Know I'm a youngin' in this shit, but I kick game like I'm an OG They like, "How the hell he born in 03?" (How the f*ck? How the f*ck? How the f*ck?) I'm courtside, I'm so high, feel like I'm watchin' from the nosebleeds (I'm so high) I buy coupes cause ain't no fuckin' in the backseat bitch, just dome me (Shawty toppin') Got me countin' every blackhead on yo' shit, you way too nosy (Nosy bitch) Bitch I'm in my f*ck you bag, this ain't no thank you bag of groceries (F*ck you bag) Bitch you think I'm cold outside, shit, you should see inside my chest (Got cold ass heart) Big ass Moncler bubble on, look like a suicidal vest (That big ass vest) Lil bitch think I'm listenin' to her, I'm off the drank, I'm noddin' my head (Man, I ain't agreein') And that blick just like my whip, push-start, it's one inside of the head (With one in the head) I just came home from a drill, lil' bitch, I need you massagin' my wrists (They hurtin') It's f*ck a 4 lifer, you better still die behind me when I'm gone and I'm dead (Yea) Bro was sleepin' on floors as a kid, he ain't worry bout monsters up under the bed (Hell nah) And before they was filled up wit guap, I was ridin' 4 pockets, and all of em sticks (Sticks) The diamonds all up in the face is so bright that I can't read the clock on my hand (They shine) I got me a perfect lil' vision but you know I still keep a chop wit a lens (That prescription) I'm walkin' em down, and I crouch on the ground, and I smack it then count up to 10 (tko) Got a spot for guns, one for dope, 50/50 I'm fucked the narcotics come in (F*ck the narcotics unit) Yea yea F*ck the FDA, f*ck the DEA, and the IRS (Like f*ck 'em all) Unregistered guns, no piece in my name like Ron Artest (Metta World Peace) I need an accountant to count up how many times I was blessed (That's way too much) J got needle marks on his elbow, wouldn't even cough on that Wouldn't even sneeze on that, better believe I'm that (Yea yea) Tried to change for em, they fucked up, and I'm turnin' the leaf right back (Yea yea) Black Drac with the all black fit, shit even my pee all black (Yea yea) I'm the type to cross that line, shit, you prolly Seahawk that (yea) Stashin' a mill in a bed, you not scammin' Red, I don't, "Tap in all banks" (Aw nah) I wouldn't play with lil Red, you touch 'em, you dead, something like fentanyl, yea (Something like fentanyl) 12 actin tough as a hoe, think he G.I. Joe, boy you is not G.I. Jack (Nah nah) Look at my motherfuckin' soul, it's dark but it glow, I'm callin it neon black (Neon black) Ha Neon Black Yea yea, yea yea No whisper Recorded this hoe on my birthday, f*ck you mean, ha Still workin' on my birthday, hoe