[ Featuring Kill$et ]
Poison I sip til I feel it in my rib cage
Gotta new bitch, and she wanna be my sex slave
Grind til I'm rich, til the money start to bore me
Brand new old whip, when I drive it, it be flooring
Don't talk to Opps, Goofies or the Feds
I stay on top til I'm walking with the dead
New burner phone, but it's strictly for the hoes though
But my flip phone keep it, creaming for the bank roll
Watch for all surroundings
When they moving, you might slip and fall
I just hit a model
From the islands, she was hella tall
Told you I'm a grinder
Tony hawk but I pimp tricks
I am not fan of anybody, jam my own shit
Hate it when I tell her how I feel
It make her sad as f*ck
I just wanna keep shit a hunnid ya a whole buck
I'm a cash out on you hoes
And you bitch niggas
Walk round with socks with the holes
Get ya wrist bigger
I cannot ride with ya dawg
If you scared to pull it
Better keep the alcohol wipes
Just to clean the bullets
If I go to jail right now, I'm f*cking up a check
Finesse a lil bit
Female guards give the best neck
Poison I sip til I feel it in my rib cage
Gotta new bitch, and she wanna be my sex slave
Grind til I'm rich, til the money start to bore me
Brand new old whip, when I drive it, it be flooring
Don't talk to Opps, Goofies or the Feds
I stay on top til I'm walking with the dead
Got a bad bitch was ugly On the low I had to fix her up
Prometh pourin' up prescription, have to sip the cup
My ex bitch, say she caught me sneaking
Told her toughin' up
Rubbin' on my stuff inside the club
I had to public f*ck
Heard lil boy was speaking down
On gang he better tuck his chain
Fix his lip, fore I take his bitch
And take the biggest piss, you peep the jist
Boy I cannot beef about no simple shit
Gotta a couple jits down to spin yo block like Tetris
Who gone try?
Been itchin' to die, these niggas been afraid
My cuzzo up the road
For block spinnin' like a meter maid
Slapped a pussy nigga out his fade
He was my teacher age
Kill$et, bringin' back the rage
That's what the people say
Poison I sip til I feel it in my rib cage
Gotta new bitch, and she wanna be my sex slave
Grind til I'm rich, til the money start to bore me
Brand new old whip, when I drive it, it be flooring
Don't talk to Opps, Goofies or the Feds
I stay on top til I'm walking with the dead
New burner phone, but it's strictly for the hoes though
But my flip phone keep it, creaming for the bank roll
