Space Jam (feat. Tkruler)

Let's get this party started (Let's go) You know how I'm coming thru when I rock it (Huh) Yea I'm with the troops you know they with rocket (What) I might send the troops you get outta pocket (Yea) I was running up some bands Yea that was just the day plan Smoking all my demons So I don't walk with satin Stayin for another dance I know won't get another chance Repeat do it all again Man I love this feeling I been dodging these hoes like the matrix I can take you ho like taken I can slaughter that ho like Jason Give her back because she basic (Uh huh) Bitches know ion like time wasted Straight face so I ain't playing In the back I'm getting faded If she comeback got to face meh So tell me what you gone do for that green Hella hoes, DND, these hoes can't f*ck with me (Nah) I be double cupping sip that shit that make you lean And if you fucked up you know I got the remedy Get so high that we can't see Trip up off them beans Sit up in them trees Dropping hits I've been dropping hits Me and my dawgs don't miss Check da rings We like six for six We like Mike and Pip From VA, so we keep it grinding like Pharrell and Clipse (Clipped) Uh I need you to stick to assignments Yo homie a pack but you want smoke I think that y'all need to be quiet He think it was Zach So he ran'd off My nigga you never could hide Got five five six no area code Believe me I tried I can't find it Lil bitch ion need yo top I'm sick with this shit Keep that heat on my hip Like check my temp I'm hot Beam on my stick Ima star with shit Think we at war we not Bad little bitch She in love with the dick But I know she a whore she popped Double Rs in the hood no Roddy but war baby in the box Ima war baby Nigga war crazy We can take it there if you want I'm on tour slaying You at home hating Don't give a f*ck what you thought What they talking bout I'm the topic now And I kill these niggas when I drop Hear that clapping sound It's a mac round ain't got no opps in a drought I was born to lose So it's nothing new I gotten used to these Ls Now I'm top two And they hate dude Shit I should hate myself He a victim now In the worse way Shit make me pray for myself He talking now Bout that gun play Lord please bless his health Lord please bless sanity cause boy crazy as hell If he really think he could f*ck with me I look around like who should tell em Gotta lotta guns and a lot of weed Ima strike away from a felon Like when the f*ck is he falling off? Shit ion know ain't no telling Got a fifty drum on this handgun Nigga put it straight to his melon They playing foul Get a and one My boy killer don't test em Never said that I am one Cause I know these niggas be telling They phony and fake I see through the cap And the raps that they selling