limbo / Лимб

Hey, what the fuck is this beat, Ayy? This shit is fucking fire. Hey. Hey. After the classification, bitch, that's memory on The fucking page. What? Ayy, yo. Put you in heaven, shoot me a gun. I hate you and all of your friends. Look at the dead girls, they're facing the end. Look at the straps, how they descend. I got no problems, these bitches be gone. You got a problem all of my plugs. All of my niggas be straight from the slums. All of my niggas can't stand on the funds. They say it's me, yeah, flying on a trip. Niggas got spikes the back of their heads. Chain my wrist and it with bread. You had next problems, that is friend. Look in my eyes, I got everything to say. That I'm a veteran's all you can pay. All of these rappers be fucking with fame. Tryna remember, but fucking everything. Ayy, what? Shit. Um, how you gonna fuck shit up if It's a bitch song, man?