ADHD!

Face, I’mma stomp
Bodies dump, in my trunk
Bitch nigga think he tough
Roll his ashes in a dutch
That’s my girly, having fun
She so bad like Janet Gunn
Leave a knot right on her tongue
Tie it up like a two-in-one
Pull up in a drop top coupe
Rocking with Lil Coupe
That’s the original crew
Ran with him and Maxxkii too
Aye, Dash off like it’s NASCAR
Run around like a track star
You can’t run with my bars
Ballin like an allstar
Now this that hyperactive shit
This that Draco in Barbados you don’t wanna feel no kicks
Tell me, can you feel the jist?
Can you feel the way I sin?
Can you tell that I’ve gone crazy off the pills and off the Jin?
Demon in the flesh
Take away your final breath
Throw a shiver in yo liver yousa quitter not no winner, wow wow
Don’t be fucking bold because this Drake will leave you cold
Bitch you know I’m trigger happy don’t you get too close
Backhand a bitch, feel like CLOCKS she off the rocks, aye
Punch him in his shit, niggas hard till I get involved, aye
Run pockets for fun aye
Fuck her till cum aye
Demons on the run aye
Tommy with a drum aye
Sweet ass nigga better have my money
Tinted glass so you won’t see it coming
Mag so stretched shells drip like it’s storming
Hit a nigga up and I keep on pushing
All I want is drugs and money
I’mma go get it like a nigga went swimming
XXL Lil XXL
I’mma break this off like cuz a nigga too raw, god damn
XXL, XXL, I’ma put a body on SNL
Save that shit, weigh that shit, I’m the lul baby tryna AR shit
No, I’m tryna destroy all my enemies
They want my soul and my energy
But I’m on a road to infinity
I can’t be controlled by the entity
Can you feel the shits?
I just took her her soul
Rolled it in a spliff, hold it never choke
You don’t want smoke, we hit every note
Roll ya dead homie, we don’t ever choke
You can’t defeat I’m the GOAT, woah
By manifesting every note, woah
I’ma kill you with my thoughts, slow
From the dirt, where the flower grow
That nigga quick to forget
They always bitch
Know that they hoes
Fold, boy you a snitch
Oh that’s ya bitch, lick, lick
We doing French, kiss, kiss
She with the shits, huh
I send you off wit a hit
Not taking song it’s ya head
Get out my face owe me bread, oh
I don’t wanna talk get the lead, uh
Lemon squeeze, but the dot is red
Tommy gun, better run my lettuce
All my niggas I don’t know where they headin'
One move you can go to Heaven
All black, you can meet the Reverend
False move, It’s a 187