nightmare

Ha ha Yeah I hit the kill-switch you better leave if you want to live I hoop, but I got niggas in the field like NFL The inside weighing down my coat, like I found it at the thrift We do the dirty work, you on the side like Taylor Swift We in the mix you can find us in the middle like a pit I know that it ain't Christmas yet, but I got your bitch a gift She start blowing out the candle, she ain't even make a wish Man I thought that was your bitch but she with me? It all makes sense Walk her like a dog took her to the park, she fetched the stick All these boogers in my ear you would've thought that I was sick Yeah, hit for hit, blick for blick I'm bugging off the rip I'm on this side, just like a hip You down bad in a ditch I'm in the yard like a fence I'm in her jaws, I'm official I'm victorious, she tapping out somebody blow the whistle Yeah I'm tired of her, she tied to me she tatted my initials Grabbing on my drawers, we in the mall we shopping for essentials I'm balling like I'm Pau Gasol you balling like you on the Pistons Yeah, I need me an extension I'm dunking all these hoes so vicious Deep in the water with the fishes Can get you gone in an instant Envision all y'all like infants Not one of y'all got my interest She passed around like Pinterest I'm out of town in Texas I met your bitch at the Westin, I served her sausage for breakfast Foreign vibes in my section what you gon' do to impress me? I'm out the hood, what's good? Outside the states with the Mexicans Yeah this side ain't the best of me Whipping shit like a recipe Why you niggas keep testing me I'ma go catch a felony Off the wall, off that, care to me Trapping successfully Spend time, invest in me What I want is my destiny Send shots to the industry Get out my vicinity From the dirt like a centipede I'm laying my enemies Masked up hopping out that black truck, get in the trunk Back up better not try your luck, we out late on a hunt Racks stuffed I can't feel my pockets no more, they 'bout to bust Masked up hopping out that black truck, get in the trunk Back up better not try your luck, we out late on a hunt Racks stuffed I can't feel my pockets no more, they 'bout to bust