They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,
Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Not back to your mind, there they get caugth like fear tears
And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back
I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track
Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping
Shawty look half indian and never say a thing
*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man
Tried to get out had me coming straight back like a boomerang,
When that money calls i holla back
Lets get back to the track that im attack,
Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen
So we can get back to stacking this bread again,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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