Tip Toe

Get a grip

UAV be running this shit

Couple hounds, 100 rounds

Aint no reloading the clip

Jack Sparrow in this bitch

The way I’m sinking they ship

Yeah i'm taking mothafuckas down

So don’t even trip yuh

Pussy better pray

I’m coming to your place

Strapped up, with a mothafuckin hand grenade

I’m going insane

And murders the case

If I see another pussy

Ima dig him his grave yuh

Tiny Tim the way I tip toe

Throw that pussy mothafucka out the window

Fuck wit me

I’ll bag your body in the aristo

Got a Chromed shotty like lotti dotti

You lookin like a scarecrow

Tried to tell you

I’m not the one you wanna fuck with

You follow every trend

And always trying to suck dick

Your in the back trying to find yourself a substance

Im the reason you ain’t breathing

Better run bitch

All set from the lines

And the minds so critical

I’m imprintin the thoughts

And it’s subliminal

Diggin up the demons

That’s surrounded in dark

And it’s imbedded in heart

You feel it, rippin apart

Get familiar with the smell

And the face of decay

Passed out, blacked out

Passed away

As i’m last in the circle

From the cast of rain

I’m the lone survivor

Huntin down all the prey

Give into feelin, avoided livin it up

You’re not

Taken all the rounds

Only ticken it up

And all these pussies all around

Cause the world had been stuck

Nasty Only fans bitches always fast to fuck

So get crossed out

Sayin all the things that i’m leavin out

All the bad decisions are always passed down

You can’t blame the truth

So you can lash out

Keep provin the point

It only brings doubt