MANTRA

Yeah, lot of girls in the club feel like It's strip too. Pouring glass of energy drink mixed With Absolut-te. I get a key out of the club with I'm on your way though. I just love how you it, can I come Home with you later? Right on my jamba summer, Sip some for some paper summers. For chicken dinner, we 'bout to star stunnin'. Walked in the club, bitch, like it's seven-nine. You got girls scoping and scoping, they gon' catch A cheat or three up tonight. If it's my enemies, we send it from the Same place. Hoping to catch a bigger fish with the bucket Taste. Ice the ski, gripping the cheese like it All a drug. Out to get a outfit, I'm out to get a youth. I been watching you aiming since you hit the Dance floor. Tell me if I'm wrong something, Thought you was a fool. I list down on my shoes, stalk you through The door. Slow moving like you a seal, waiting To catch a bigger fish. I'm in the club representing streets. Patty up, rocking Louis from my head to my Feet. I ball good to the club, They ain't beefing with me. A-Town, I'm around, ask if he G. They wanna beef, we the clique, yeah, we pimping This shit. We get bills on the street, We ain't begging for this. We got the thugs in the club counting large Bills. So why y'all ain't talk too much better 'bout his shh. Streetwise, nigga. The album finally. Yeah, yeah. It's finna go down, nigga. Straight up raw motherfucking dope, nigga. Raw dope. Neighborhood dope man is back. Neighborhood dope man is back, nigga. Straight raw dope, nigga. Get your shit ready, nigga. From the underground. finna go down, nigga. No commercial shit. Straight gangster shit, Nigga. No commercial shit. Real gangster shit. Run it. Bitch, I ain't no bestie and my money's like My fucking wife. You fuck with it or cheat With it, my jealousy will take your life. Killer loose up on the scene, rat-tat the gun. Tokers lurking darkness, bitch, who take away your Son. The damage has now taken place, There ain't no needing my repent. I beef with all Antichrists who live and die For devil shit. Tales of us staring at the Brightness of the crescent moon. Shines upon my evil face, I tiptoe 'cross your Living room. You wanna fuck with a gangster bitch, I fight like man, but I don't have a Dick. Wrap noose around your neck and tie you To the back of a hitch. In love with you and marry you? Nah, but I will bury you. Wrap you up in bedding sheets, into the ditch I'm burying you. Nighttime demon, I am in your House, I'm creeping through your home. Wake you with upward slashes, splattered blood on The four walls. Killer queen, a drama queen has Caused the devils due to roll. Here's a lesson to get by, swear I get Surgical.