Mantra

Get your lady, cop piff

Inhale and cough, rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

I'mma show you how it's done right, nigga

Drop this when the sunlight gone

Better run right home when the sky turn black

Screaming "F**k five-0" 'til my line go flat

In a ash-gray beamer, we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe

Jackknife b*tches to the couches in they living rooms

Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you

Back like how I need to style, I invented you, yup

Act like you don't know the name

Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky

Listening to "Pre," getting throat while I lane switch

B*tches by the three licking coke off the pinky

The poster child, you're 'posed to hate me

Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga

Name getting bigger than the difference between us

Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em

Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)

You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch

And if they hated in a passive tense

And now they hound your dick, and you ain't ask for this

Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 f**king thousand kids

Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and pic

Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick

And they the reason that the paper in your trouser's thick

I said sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)

You can tell the Reaper I'mma meet 'em when he send for me

With a cleaver and a .30, and some twisted weed

I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga

Get your lady, cop piff

Inhale and cough, rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

You used to say you like violins and your lifestyle depend on me

And I know it's nighttime when you get lonely

And tell all your little friends how that b*tch stole me

And despite all of the facts that you got phony

You gon' tell them about the night that you exposed me

For the bastard I was, and how I probably smashed every b*tch

That I passed in the club, and the last couple months was the worst

Cause I smashed all the trust

That I earned in the past couple months that we had as a couple

My absence of f**ks was a problem that we ain't ever

Really get to solve, we just smashed and we scuffled

Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you

Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that

That apart from the fact that we f**k

And it's bomb, and I hate when you home

And I, and when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag

Man, I brought you the shit and I bought you some shit

What you offering here?

"What the f**k you offering here?"

Get your lady, cop piff

Inhale and cough, rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick and playing cautious