[Intro: Enphamus]
On sight mean it's on sight, I ain't talkin' 'bout the internet
Look into the mirror and you see bitch, it's just time to reflect
I kept losin' sleep because I shot 'em but ain't finished that
Pull the plug before that life support so [?]
[Chorus: Enphamus]
Uh, I'm still doin' that same shit that got me on
Spinned through Neverland, he know he fucked when he at home alone
I'm like Michael J, I do whatever for that blood and bone
I know how it feel to plot on beef, leave out and [?] a home
I hold up my arms and get to wavin' like a sing-a-long
Feel like Birdman, walkin' wit' my arms out like this [?]
Broke bitch must be layin' on the John 'cause she ain't [?]
Blocka bullets rock 'em in his chest, it smell like my cologne
Niggas bluffin', Curtis Snow
[Verse:]
64 shots up in this drac', it gon' be Eazy-E
And B, I got iron like Wizard Kelly, he ain't seein' me
All my real trappers grab yo' scale, come shake the tree wit' me
Definition of a gangster, bitch, just keep a G wit' me
Chill out for the cancer, stay inside if you afraid of smoke
Got off wit' my [?] who shoot first, don't matter what you tote
Triple K, I crossed enough you niggas just to show the rope
Stand up guy, man, since my brother died, I barely made a joke
Fuck be wrong wit' niggas? Think I'm 'posed to feed 'em, ain't yo' daddy
Fuck be wrong wit' bitches? I'm through showin' love, like who yo' caddy?
She just want text, [?] opps that fucked her in the alley
Never felt no fear, pray I'm not the evil [?]
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I'm still doin' that same shit that got me on
Spinned through Neverland, he know he fucked when he at home alone
I'm like Michael J, I do whatever for that blood and bone
I know how it feel to plot on beef, leave out and [?] a home
I hold up my arms and get to wavin' like a sing-a-long
Feel like Birdman, walkin' wit' my arms out like this [?]
Broke bitch must be layin' on the John 'cause she ain't [?]
Blocka bullets rock 'em in his chest, it smell like my cologne
Niggas bluffin', Curtis Snow
[Verse 2:]
Must admit, I done fucked a few fans just to test the water
One was in the A, one in New York, bitch, who was out in Florida
I'm on the E-way wit' MPA, clip hold my GPA
3-point-0 today, these 30 shots enough to mutilate
'Yo face and take it off, put it in this 16 [?]
Yeah, I took a loss
You gotta' pay that cost to be a boss
Knew I was a freak, I took a pic in crisscross apple sauce
My dick been so bougie, my first love can get my shit off soft
Come and suck this dick, I know you stressin' boo
I may pay a bill or two, you show me what that neck can do
Gang, we known for havin' hella shots like we can heal the flu
I ain't tryna fuck if I can't film it, gotta' put on my Trues
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I'm still doin' that same shit that got me on
Spinned through Neverland, he know he fucked when he at home alone
I'm like Michael J, I do whatever for that blood and bone
I know how it feel to plot on beef, leave out and [?] a home
I hold up my arms and get to wavin' like a sing-a-long
Feel like Birdman, walkin' wit' my arms out like this [?]
Broke bitch must be layin' on the John 'cause she ain't [?]
Blocka bullets rock 'em in his chest, it smell like my cologne
Niggas bluffin', Curtis Snow
[Verse 3: Quez2rr]
Still in the streets just clappin' heat 'cause I ain't blow yet
Extortion pay the fees, if he ain't pay, can't do no show yet
All that reachin' for my chain, beef, I got aim, leave him wit' no neck
A van 'bout 50 thou', but we got bowls so we gon' blow that
No Curtis Snow, leg lock a ho, feel like I'm Kurt Angle
Christmas over, Ben got red and green, look like a Power Ranger
And my youngin's off that booze, they trained to shoot when they can sense danger
And bro'nem was dork and he play sports, now he a gangbanger
Niggas steppin', tear yo' block down like a switchblade
Betta' call a ambulance, these 5.56, he need a first aid
And my teacher used to bribe me, eat this dick when I get good grades
Nigga know we spin for free, we tear up trees if he gon' throw shade
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I'm still doin' that same shit that got me on
Spinned through Neverland, he know he fucked when he at home alone
I'm like Michael J, I do whatever for that blood and bone
I know how it feel to plot on beef, leave out and [?] a home
I hold up my arms and get to wavin' like a sing-a-long
Feel like Birdman, walkin' wit' my arms out like this [?]
Broke bitch must be layin' on the John 'cause she ain't [?]
Blocka bullets rock 'em in his chest, it smell like my cologne
Niggas bluffin', Curtis Snow
