Y'all didn't like my last verse so I just wrote another verse
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for tryin the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heatin and blaze a niqqa keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my niqqa hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a niqqa sideways for five days
It's for a mixtape series that's gonna be in san fransisco so if gay people don't like it than I won't make any money so I need y'alls opinions
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for tryin the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heatin and blaze a niqqa keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my niqqa hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a niqqa sideways for five days
It's for a mixtape series that's gonna be in san fransisco so if gay people don't like it than I won't make any money so I need y'alls opinions