MAGGOTS

Yeah, yeah Aye, you punk motherfuckers better watch out who you tempt (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch) Bite down on this Deagle, now the gunsmoke on his breath (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh) Pulled up to your block and pussy's all I could detect (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh) Yeah, my daddy was a G, guess I ain't fall far from the nest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) Fuck all of you maggots, never satisfied 'til y'all dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh) Bitch, I'll break your fuckin' jaw, now when you talk it soundin' like you deaf, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh) Fuck with my patience, get a knife wedged all up in your chest (Yeah, huh, yeah) All them drugs got you fakin', you know you really ain't no threat, boy (Huh) G-gettin' brain from your bitch 'cause she got good intuition (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Now my bread comin' in without me lifting a limb (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh) It's kinda tragic how sad your family is now that you missin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Too damn bad that you had to diss (Yeah, huh) Now you won't grow old with them Drunk and high, alive (Yeah) My shawty she lookin' too fine (Yeah) I need me that money in time (Yeah) You cappin' in all of your raps, lil' boy, you know you livin' a lie They hard on the 'net, but not in the streets, ain't none of them ready to die We cannot link, you not an affiliate Top of the rank, I'm one in a million Suckin' my soul, she like a reptilian Who want war? Who want peace? Let it be known, I'm plottin' a feast We get down, economy She want me, she fly to me, wait, uh She want dick, she fly to me I'm way too blunt, bitch, pardon me My diamonds blind, it's hard to see I know my mama proud of me I hope my daddy rot in peace Bitch, I'm nine 'til I die, but today I'll throw up six I got five minutes, get it right to get it how I live I've been trippin' 'bout some dumb shit, feel like I hardly fit in, that's for sure I've been out my mind, I've been way down that road If you really wanna go there, bitch, then we get in that mode I get to strappin' with my bow like captain package comin' in Lethal weapon make 'em get distressing, rest stop coming in We trap 'em up, fuck it, we bat 'em up, like MLB The Show (Ha) Tell my brother how to smoke it, how they keep shit on the low Body bag, they zipped up When I up that pole, better hope I do not hiccup Moving weight just like a sit up Brand new car, still haven't filled up from the dealer Out here smoking cigarillos, that's an I pack Roll them up like a chinchilla I ain't scared of freaks, should be scared to breathe, should be scared of me I've always been told that I am broke, ain't no repairin' me Still up on this lifestyle and I'm coachin', can't compare to me Oh, you want that real shit? K all day like ketamine