Arenas

I just kill the beat And then I move on to the next Got your bitch all in my DM Saying all she want is sex Yeah, it's f*ck you to the police I got nothing to confess I burn so much fucking weed Yeah, life a bitch she make me stress These haters obsessing over me I'm like a blessing on these beats Keep on talking shit You gone learn your lesson in the street I'm dripping lean on top the blunt Like salad dressing on some leaves I Make her cum then leave some Money on her dresser when I leave Kill the pussy leave her leaking Money talks yea we been speaking Killers where you live Why I could kill you while you sleeping They say I lost my mind It's like I'm somewhere off the deep end F*ck the world we had a baby Only see it on the weekends Deacon in the church I'ma leave em in the dirt I got tats all on my body I don't even need a shirt You know I might just steal your girl That's If I feel the need to flirt Yeah, they say victory is sweet So I wont even need dessert RIP Kurt shirt say Nirvana Mix the molly with Madonna Lyrics hotter that a sauna Kill a track in any genre F*ck your bitch and kill your momma I'm addicted to the commas Couple sticks like Benihana's You don't really want this drama Like Osama with the K Turn your bitch into my bae Burning blunts, yeah, f*ck a jay My cash is straight, you rappers gay Sad to say, yeah, truth can hurt Like switching jobs, I move the work Yeah, I just let my Uzi squirt Yeah, I'm best friends with Lucifer Yeah, my demons do the dirt I just leave em sleep in a shallow grave Yeah, I be balling, no need to shave Bitch I go hard, flow harder than a cave Rep the A like the Falcons, the Hawks and the Braves Get shot in the back while you walking away Your bitch want the D, yeah, she wanna be my slave Pop bottles in the club, pop molly at a rave I ain't riding no wave But she bounce on my dick Burning on wax I don't even need a wick Yeah, I keep that flame, I don't even need a BIC Yeah, the music like a plague, yeah, lyrics so sick This bitch so thick Yeah, blunt so fat I don't f*ck with no rodents I don't f*ck with no rats Money over bitches That's the motto know that Yeah, I sold my soul So I can't go back Yeah, I just speak facts Yeah, it's all true All about the cash They call me a Jew Smoking on green While I'm stacking up blues Whatever it takes I got nothing to lose I'm a god like Zeus You're a bitch like Athena Yeah, I'ma kill a witness So it's f*ck a subpoena Dancing with devil I ain't talking ballerinas I sold my soul Just to sell out these arenas for real