33 Degrees

Im like 33 degrees of seasoned softly
Get the fuck up off me if you talking salty you already lost me
Cause i ain't got no time
And i ain't got no money
For any silly bitches riding through think they funny
They ain't they not
They can’t get caught
With half of they brains fucking painted on the block
Melting Chains i spit so hot go insane when my shit drop
I ain't playin I ain’t playing
Go insane when my shit drop
I’m like this trippy manIn black you see
Overconfidence to me is trash to be in belief youll be
On the edge of your seat
But keep coming calm and collected
Come with me and i can be everything you saw in me once again im fucking snappin
My lyrical lips sink ships like the mothafuckin krackin
What happening
Girl why you mad when you having life smashing
All my damn dinner plans bitch
Salty soy smothered steak strips dipped in one direction
And thats how i out your mouth on my erection
This house ain't your house so get the fuck out
What the fuck tou doing getting mad im bout to blow out
And you gon see a show now
And its gon be yo last one
Imma ride by yo house and empty out some
Im so thrown son
Ive got to smoke some and pour a little potion to convolute the motion
Just too keep pootie from exploding