Slay Her

I see thot and you know I'ma hit it You know I'll be takin' your shawty in minutes I'm drippin' the swag, on top is the fitted And you got some problems, go handle your business Feel like Osama, I'm droppin' the bombs I'm callin' shots like I'm workin' the coms I got no interest in righting my wrongs I said what I said, go cry to your mom You got some problems with me, what's the motive? I got that drank, I'ma take it to Poland Coppin' that za, Fiction gon roll it I'm givin' out nightmares to opponents I just been killin' like every mothafuckin' beat that I choose to hop on I might be fuckin' your shawty, and she on my lap but I got no socks on They call me a psycho 'cause I'm on the path Yeah, I'm lookin' back and I do is laugh And you run up on me you gon be in a cast Stay far away 'cause I'm sprayin' fast Can't be fuckin' no ratchet hoes, havin' sex with pornstars, strike a pose I like good girls that can suck a dick I might bust a nut right in her nose Yeah, I love the rage We gon do the race From the sixty-seven to the sixty-eight and we countin' money Gettin' to the racks while you sittin' home watchin' anime And my pistol came with like five attachments Pullin' up you know I'll cause a madness Smokin' woods and the opps are packed in The families, you know I'm causin' sadness You know I'm causin' sadness Uh, uh You know I'm causin' sadness Fiction (Fake, yeah) Fiction (Fake, huh) Fiction (Yeah, yeah) Fiction (What, Yeah!) Mr. Sicko Psycho six-o-seven sixty-eighty I'll put anything to sleep, go tell that boy I'm EBK Like I don't rep a set Bitches askin' me if I be single, what kind of question that Sit a hoe down, teach her about my heart I had to lesson that Teach her I can't love no thot, I'm better than that I got so much rage for the boy, I can't even settle with that And give me your girl, just for tonight I let her pipe She want to get married tonight, can't take a knee 'cause I'm wearing Off-White I love when the money long, my heart and these hoes just can't get along So I don't get attached The money is stuck and I ain't gettin' taxed Yeah, I only get better So stick to the percs to deal with the pressure And I'm always on your ass boy So go drink some water and get a refresher