MR. FUCKING GRAB A BAG

Back up she don’t wanna back up
I smoke thirty grams to fall asleep now I got black lungs
Call mister fucking grab a bag you needa catch up
Look at both my mufucking pockets where’s yo stash bruh

I said where’s yo stash bruh
Fuck off you an acta
Please don’t try to at us
This shit doesn’t add up

Add up but I do not subtract
I said fuck out my way pussy bitch we can dance
I got bullets on me they put you in a trance
And I’m Fucking yo bitch when she take off my pants

Take of my pants when I’m going back in bitch
Fuck out my face you get hit with
Up on your knees watch your shin splints
I cannot talk I’m diseased bitch

She wanna talk there is nothing to talk about
Feeling like a zombie the way that I just walk around
Walk around you can’t even run into the street

See
All this shit I do is so easy
Talk on my name you get beatings
Don’t give a fuck I’m not leaving
Suck on my dick I said eat me
Me and the devil we teaming

Misfit bitch I fucking came to get my dick licked
Big bitch put you in the blunt we getting ignant

Back up she don’t wanna back up
I smoke thirty grams to fall asleep now I got black lungs
Call mister fucking grab a bag you needa catch up
Look at both my mufucking pockets where’s yo stash bruh