Poet

[Intro]
The coldest
Yea
Lemme talk to em
Yea
Uh
Yea

[Chorus]
Aye I hop inside the booth and I sang like a poet
I ain't fucking with no birds bitches lame and they know it
She ain't fuckin with no nigga that don't got him some motion
I got tired of the pain and poured up me the potion
Yea I turn all them racks to some knots
I had the chrome hearts on my body
Then I ran into some thots
I had to keep that bitch around cause she don't sang for no cops
And I got tired fuckin with them broke bitches on the block

[Verse]
I got tired of them working hard days and punching clocks
I got tired of them Percocet pills I had to stop
I can't vibe with them pussy ass niggas at the top
I can't lie bitch I made a Milly yea and then I rocked
Pouring lines with them OxyContin pills that bitch a rock
Was a star then she found the lord and then turn to a bore
I can't tour with them fuckin dorks
Where the fuck the whores?
I need cash I need all the cars and then I need some more
I don't wanna talk about this shit it's getting old now
I don't wanna talk to my old bitch I'm on the road now
When they see a nigga shining baby it's too late now
Hop up in the Scatty go 180 it's a race now

[Chorus]
Aye I hop inside the booth and I sang like a poet
I ain't fucking with no birds bitches lame and they know it
She ain't fuckin with no nigga that don't got him some motion
I got tired of the pain and poured up me the potion
Yea I turn all them racks to some knots
I had the chrome hearts on my body then I ran into some thots
I had to keep that bitch around cause she don't sang for no cops
And I got tired fuckin with them broke bitches on the block