Bipolar ft. Smoko Ono

I keep them killas around
Fuck all them niggas they clowns
Send it up, gun em' down
I be smokin out the pound
Give a bitch a hunnid rounds, (x2)

Run thru that re-rock
My soul need a detox
Mama scared I'll catch a shell or overdose
Get smoked and turned into a hashtag
But I'm thinkin bout that, motha fuck a jet lag
Cut them checks up, bullets hit yo ass like a chest pass
You could be a heavy or a bitch
You only live once so you better choose quick
Take a hit of this, feels good don't it?
Show me my opponent

My lil sister hit my like
Ain't you famous now?
You ain't send me no money, Sterls you actin funny
I reply, tell her Ima ride or die