limits

Dammed if I don't
Catch a lurk on the creep
Hand on my tool
I'm on my way to go eat
I ain't got no beef
But these people
Be tripping
Drip tip steaming
On a smoking machine
The hate is automatic
You can semi about it
In route of new discoveries
Of shit you been talking
Got a couple people ready
To be at you in the morning
Category storming when I'm
Fuckin up yo area

What you wanna do
Bitch nigga
How you feel today
Praying all yo Muthafuckin
Problems never go away
Tight wit the grip
So I'm squeezing up
On the clip
Murder she wrote
So the story
Is the subject
Why you fuckin wit me
You ain't even
Got in you
Take off on you now
Forget about
What you finna do
I'd love to find out
It's really yo body
On the news
Big cup
No juice for you

1 2 3
You can't fuck wit me
4 5 6
Let bullets take my risk
Teach you my numerical
Order of justification
Plenty women waiting
To give me
Something you want up out em
Fluid wit the bounce
I'm liking the way
She move to it
When she told me stay
I was about to
Get up outta there