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Weird Time
Flee Lord
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Uh huh, uh huh
38, What the fuck is up?
(Floss Lord)
Rose gold nine milli', old hoes tryna peel me
You gon' fuck around and get smoked, bro, you try to steal me
Wrist full of VVS's, strip look like CVS's
If we ever in the same room, you gon' see the X's
Rollin' in that milk truck, homie, don't get blicked up
Plus I use a scalpel like a doctor, catch the snitch tucked
Quiet like a cat burglar, all I write is mass murders
Whip it then I flip it, lordy, I can take your pack further
Fifteen in a row, clique cleaner than some snow
I'm holdin' while you throwin' whipped cream up in your nose
Big money comin' in and the heaters ain't jam
Shit movin' so fast, make a cheetah say, "Damn"
Blowin' on that crazy glue, born in fuckin' '82
They stopped you at the door like a whore and let your lady through
The earth is my turf, I burst on the first
Come and see me on the 'Gram if you searchin' for some merch
I'm a grown ass man with a cold ass plan
Too much heat in the streets, you better blow that fan
The earth is my turf, lordy, we outside
We on seek time while these pussies go and hide inside
Cat kill mice, but the dog kill cat
You on weird time if you go and build with a rat
You on weird time if you go and build with a rat
You on weird time if you go and build with a rat
Whip need a hot wax, strip need a hot pack
Them pussies let them .40's off and missed, me, I shot back
Runnin' with them drummers, yeah, I come up with them numbers
You don't understand the hunger, so you rumble in the summer
Paid with the cash gang, they raid with the flash bang
Used to sell cocaine, that was way in the past, man
Cruisin' in that Euro, now they think I'm movin' puro
If you ever try to burn me, I'ma sit you on the mural
Nigga, this is part two, trigger finger art school
Savage with the cabbage and believe a nigga smart, fool
Me and Lord Spesh just went half on a cartel
Hard sells got me feelin' like I can't afford jail
I'm scrapin' at the light, they bakin' half the white
Block crowded every mornin', but it's vacant by the night
This is number fifteen, watch how summer get clean
If you jelly, nigga, tell me, try to run up, get beamed
The earth is my turf, lordy, we outside
We on seek time while these pussies go and hide inside
Cat kill mice, but the dog kill cat
You on weird time if you go and build with a rat
You on weird time if you go and build with a rat
You on weird time if you go and build with a rat
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