Mantra

[Hook] Get your lady, cop piff Inhale and cough, rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holding my dick and playing cautious [Verse 1] I'mma show you how it's done right, nigga Drop this when the sunlight gone Better run right home when the sky turn black Screaming "Fuck five-0" 'til my line go flat In a ash-gray beamer, we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe Jackknife bitches to the couches in they living rooms Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you Back like how I need to style, I invented you, yup Act like you don't know the name Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky Listening to "Pre," getting throat while I lane switch Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky The poster child, you're 'posed to hate me Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga Name getting bigger than the difference between us Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt) You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch And if they hated in a passive tense And now they hound your dick, and you ain't ask for this Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and pic Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick And they the reason that the paper in your trouser's thick I said sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt) You can tell the Reaper I'mma meet 'em when he send for me With a cleaver and a .30, and some twisted weed I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga [Hook] Get your lady, cop piff Inhale and cough, rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holding my dick and playing cautious [Verse 2] You used to say you like violins and your lifestyle depend on me And I know it's nighttime when you get lonely And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me And despite all of the facts that you got phony You gon' tell them about the night that you exposed me For the bastard I was, and how I probably smashed every bitch That I passed in the club, and the last couple months was the worst Cause I smashed all the trust That I earned in the past couple months that we had as a couple My absence of fucks was a problem that we ain't ever Really get to solve, we just smashed and we scuffled Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that That apart from the fact that we fuck And it's bomb, and I hate when you home And I- and when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag Man, I brought you the shit and I bought you some shit What you offering here? "What the fuck you offering here?" [Hook] Get your lady, cop piff Inhale and cough, rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holding my dick and playing cautious