Lyrics

Cut the light out All that talkin' shit for profit what you lie 'bout Cut 'em off like them niggas that you shy 'bout I'm wavin' out them contracts, I'll give you sum' to cry 'bout on me Save that petty shit for players' book, I said that cap For all them niggas that you wanted fuckin' up that gyat They put that dick up in gaps and left a crumb up on that pus Every nigga they done tapped, they rollin' tongue on that bush my Blood drippin' on my Nikes for the trauma On my dead folk, big steppin' and I'm honest Fuck the fabricate for all them letters you had on it Give this dead case to the pleasure, let it tarnish, nigga die, Bubble bass shit, burn it on a raft, make it cry On my thrax shit, put it on yo ass, make it fly aye And if I'm edgin' on the Lord, bitch I'm cryin' On my momma, fuck yo presence, nigga die, nigga die Turn them cameras off, yo competition is way above you You had silent expectation, let them pictures hug you Them portraits represent them layers you had envy flood you You swept that paper under them rugs, them bumps is sayin' fuuuuuck you Place that silence through them walls, they'll collapse and let you know they stood their ground above yo laws You can't make no space for safety with no space between yo falls and their patience through their faces, giving all their graces raw My idol don't want papers but my idol don't roll logs You can't tell 'em through that vapor, you can't tell 'em through that bong 'Cause that glass gon' get involved, they can see it through them calls They can see it through yo action, they can see it through them wrongs They could see my elevation through my presence I paused all my blessings to adapt in yo presence My balls gettin' hectic, I was ready to get out but my paws They got swept up off the ground fo' I could run it I'm all petty, bitch Hoe, I farm them edges out to stay avoidant Hoe, I lean on the edge, lean on them boys Hoe, I fiend for that presence, fiend for them toys Hoe, I mean for that message, mean for yo void, bitch Hoe, I cream from them edges, dream of that noise I can't breathe from that text, it's kneed like I'm Can't believe that I'm edgy, see it from yo poise I'ma feed to yo precept, lemme see if you avoid it, bitch Yuh, ring the rosie round the bull Ring the rosie round the bullshit Ring the rosie round the bullshit Ring the rosie round the bull, wah Sketch the body 'cause I'm big steppin' Sketch the body 'cause I'm big steppin' Leave that body, that's a big message And all my niggas really eatin', that's a big blessin' Momma said preserve them bridges that you come If they fall and put you down inside them waters, let it run If they fail to raise their daughters off their trauma, let 'em come Let 'em step in their own path, let it die if niggas crunk, crunk Oooooh, eat that ass fo' lunch, now I'm steppin' on my shit now And all y'all niggas dumb if y'all gon' give it to the kid Huh, huh, what? Cut the light out All that talkin' shit for profit what you lie 'bout Cut 'em off like them niggas that you shy 'bout I'm wavin' out them contracts, I'll give you sum' to cry 'bout on me Save that petty shit for players' book, I said that cap For all them niggas that you wanted fuckin' up that gyat They put that dick up in gaps and left a crumb up on that pus Every nigga they done tapped, they rollin' tongue on that bush my Blood drippin' on my Nikes for the trauma On my dead folk, big steppin' and I'm honest Fuck the fabricate for all them letters you had on it Give this dead case to the pleasure, let it tarnish, nigga die Bubble bass shit, burn it on a raft, make it cry On my thrax shit, put it on yo ass, make it fly aye And if I'm edgin' on the Lord, bitch I'm cryin' On my momma, fuck yo presence, nigga die, nigga die
Writer(s): Jade Pope Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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