Throwed

(Intro) *Ad-libs* Whoa, whooa(10x) (Verse 1) Fuck the system, they tried to jam my brudda We gon go to Panama and shut the whole city down like a snowstorm hit that muhhfucka I got a bottle in my hand, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing I got, Fuck I forgot shit the Xany man I can't remember nothing Peyton Manning, I can play with a concussion Better duck if you playing with my duckets My grandma got a 9 in the 380, put the clip in the end like a suffix I don't see you as a kin or a cousin Do it once then again like it's nothing Swerving in the Benz like a drunky Your bitch look like a monkey I'm looking for a fuck to give for the flashlight Tank on E, see that gas light Nigga, I'm smoking that day-day with a flashlight, that top flight If the police pull us over, better straighten up and then talk right But nigga, fuck that (Hook) I'm way too throwed to think about it I might be abusing my limits baby I'm way too gone to care about it And now my vision is kinda hazy (Interlude/Outro) Whoa whooa(10x) (Part 2)