Write Off

Sittin' on that mother fuckin' porch
With the light off
Bitch came up talking shit
I turned her right off
Faggots runnin' round, runnin' mouths
Pip squeein' like a mouse
Came to your house
Like "Blood I write you right off."
You a fucking pussy boy and I can't stand ya
Throw a hundred bands on the ground like a mansion
Walk around the town lookin' like a fuckin' randsom
I eat ya' girl pussy with no hands on a hand stand

Boy who really fuckin' with me on some real shit?
Blood who really fuckin' with me on that real shit?
Boy I am the king and these fuckers can't stand it
You wanna really get it blood, i'm right here fool

Ride around the city with a fake ass Rolex
Fake ass shoes, I bet you pay these hoes for sex
Fuck with my family, I go to prison for life
Keep a heater where ever I go boy, I don't roll dice
Bitch I can't stand you, I think I need a tissue
I'm crying laughin' so hard, no body gone miss you
Im standing right here blood, tell me whats good hoe
Everybody wanna run they mouth and then they lay low
And then they lay low, everybody wanna run they mouth
And then they lay low
If you got a fucking problem with me blood, say so
You can say so
If you got a fucking problem with me blood, say so

(Aye and thats real shit, if you got a fucking problem with me homie
Say so. You know what i'm sayin? Like... I don't play that shit
Got a fucking problem with me? Come find me pussy boy
You know where im at. Run up.)