CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : It’sAWonderfulLife
I heard you looking for me, yeah, baby, I don't suggest it
You do not want it with the kid, pick a big contraceptive
I do not pick up your calls, you should change your name to ''Bill collector''
Calm and collected, while you on the other hand, buggin' and stressin'
f**k your collective, you got some nerve even callin' it that
You don't got no message, not bringin' a thing to table that's missin'
I'm on a mission, strapped up while I descend from the ceiling
I made a killing, so many copies of my sound and image
You made a decision to take all the parts of me that you was feeling
And try to relive it, repackaging actually made you a living
I gotta respect it but don't ever tell me that I gotta feel it
'Cause I never will, b*t*h, I turn up the decibel, bumpin' that SESH sh*t
'Bout to slap the mask on my face and hit the road, b*t*h
Rubber gloves, hunnid blunts, Bones kickin' doors, b*t*h
Weapon in the door, tryna run up, turn you ghost, b*t*h
I stay out the way, but when it's war, I let it blow, b*t*h
Ride in that yellow truck, 5%, the windows up
Oh so many shots, you could have sworn that there was ten of us
4 by 4, I lift it up, shotgun, literally
Ravage of the passenger, the buckshot ten a piece
Hoppin' out the backseat, blunt like a track meet
Pass it, make it for fly, ayy
Ain't nobody press me, ain't nobody check me
Still I'm in their mouth like Colgate
f**kin' with me, no way
f**k with the team, okay
Anytime, we can get it
Any day, you can feel it
You'll be begging for us to go away
You do not want it with the kid, pick a big contraceptive
I do not pick up your calls, you should change your name to ''Bill collector''
Calm and collected, while you on the other hand, buggin' and stressin'
f**k your collective, you got some nerve even callin' it that
You don't got no message, not bringin' a thing to table that's missin'
I'm on a mission, strapped up while I descend from the ceiling
I made a killing, so many copies of my sound and image
You made a decision to take all the parts of me that you was feeling
And try to relive it, repackaging actually made you a living
I gotta respect it but don't ever tell me that I gotta feel it
'Cause I never will, b*t*h, I turn up the decibel, bumpin' that SESH sh*t
'Bout to slap the mask on my face and hit the road, b*t*h
Rubber gloves, hunnid blunts, Bones kickin' doors, b*t*h
Weapon in the door, tryna run up, turn you ghost, b*t*h
I stay out the way, but when it's war, I let it blow, b*t*h
Ride in that yellow truck, 5%, the windows up
Oh so many shots, you could have sworn that there was ten of us
4 by 4, I lift it up, shotgun, literally
Ravage of the passenger, the buckshot ten a piece
Hoppin' out the backseat, blunt like a track meet
Pass it, make it for fly, ayy
Ain't nobody press me, ain't nobody check me
Still I'm in their mouth like Colgate
f**kin' with me, no way
f**k with the team, okay
Anytime, we can get it
Any day, you can feel it
You'll be begging for us to go away
