Left On Red - Satisfied Cypher (feat. Hobbes) Lyrics

Rolls royce rascal grabbing mad patents
Bad habits get me lavish it is 306 backwards
After dropping rad action on the stage we get to actin' up
Packin packin pack it up, art's a gift let's wrap it up
Yessir I'm gettin' the letters to put em order, I gotta disorder I'm hoarderin'
All of the languages gettin' mad pay for dis, haters be haterin' but i'm not catering
Sorry sir we're closed, I would have to find my clothes
Fine I'll go put on a robe, get me some coke, Imma lay on back man I'm satisfied

I'm verified as f*ck
Your shawty sippin' cup
When I'm rollin' up my blunt
And if you ain't boppin' then
You a motherf*cking cunt
I'm not fully loaded cuz' my clips are getting dumped
Scissors on my waist you pullin' up, you gettin' cut
No f*cking autotune
Eating you without a spoon
This chopper go, badaboom
The biggest mistake
When yo momma took you out the womb
Imma put you in your tomb you're in a place that's not a womb
It's barbershop season, killing niggas for no reason
Blood is what I'm f*ckin' bleeding
Toasting up to my achievements
Choppa bugging', niggas fleeing
Worst than fighting all your demons
Do 'em dirty leave em leaking
Me and Sammy on this beat and niggas
Soundin' more than decent
If she pregnant I ain't peacin'
All this drank got me leanin'
Bullets coming for your head
Imma leave yo ass dead
Police comin' and I fled
Steady countin' up this bread
This the only time that I'm left on red motherf*cker

Y'all know we f*ckin' satisfied in this motherf*cker
Big new whip, I'm a mothertrucker
Gettin' dubs, so we bring the ruckus
I bite my nails, but y'all the suckas
Trevor he sweet, but I'm the luscious
Left on me on read to text my brotha, hodamn

No call, he's a no show
F*ck with me bitch I'm so dope
Sugar booger, I don't blow coke
I'm just smoking my home grown
I know, I know
We ain't in the same boat
You need to get you some boats shoes cause you either sink or you float bitch
Collect yourself
I got you like I got the keys
Let's hop in the whip
I'm tryna go ease be easy
Smoking on shit till I'm wheezy can't see me
Over the smoke on the hill I'm from CT
I got some shit in the console I'll rip out your tonsils if you ever try beat me
Money and dubs in the mason jar
Skirt off from any bitch cop tryna raid the car, Catch em like
Better luck on that next time
Gotta a rolex watch ima flex time
Cause time is money that's the best kind
I got bitches on me wanna get signed
I got a hurt wrist from signing titties
Got a burnt lip from smokin backwards
Take that acid like I take a sexy bitch let her sit on my face while she suck on my dick
I am gone until dawn off the drugs
Wake up drunk on my lawn
Go to sleep even more f*cked than Hunter S Thompson
Man I am fearing and loathing that 8am
Ima just f*ck on this bitch and then
Woo! I feel great again
Damn this life how I live right now
Can't be complaining man
I talk to that bitch and you know I tell her you know that I say it straight to her
I'm satisfied

Uh, I close my mind but if I looked inside
Another team and I
Arose from the ground and I
Never seen a shovel I can't dig without
These diamonds I level on my level
Might as well go meet the devil (Nice to meet you)
I was posted in my room rolling swishers
When I heard a knock and stopped
And hit the drop (Hello?)
The homies smoking in that melting pot
The air smells of weed I was drinking up and pouring still
On the TV watching old reruns of Kill and Bill
"Now I'm in" the homie told me check the grain and check the color
And never trust another man pushing weight
(Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said never trust another man pushing weight