Ruckus

(الألبوم: Syllable Sliding Volume 2 - 2013)

You already know who it is by now man Get familiar if you don't Anilyst, yeah, look
Murdering the damn bass
Girl is this yo man's place?
Twerk it make yo ass shake
Work, work it 'til yo back aches
Crazy with yo bad ways
Baby's got me mad dazed
Naked wearing black shades
She's faded tryna stand straight
Fantasize these feelings
Damn her thighs appealing
Never see her silent she's the livest in the building
And I swear to God I'm high enough that I can hit the ceiling
And there really is a science to this grinding that we giving
They be in it for the bucks, but I did it for the rush
Bitch I live it, check the way I taught my bitch to roll my blunts
Get specific and admit I even limp and hold my nuts
You ain't once been a general, the kid will show your bluffs
You can suck on my genitals until I blow a nut
Give a fuck about you bitter folks who think you won't get touched
Get you crushed with your chin all broke til' your bones are dust
Getting love from them Minnesota people rolling blunts
See he fronts like he gone last
We the front while he's the last
If we're running I'm the one to lead this hundred meter dash
See I'm sonning motherfuckers like they was in need of dads
If you're sleeping I'ma creep in where your mother keeps her cash
Rhyme about the rubbish
Fly without the luggage
Try and doubt I love it cause what's life without some ruckus?
And highly doubt you'll touch us
Have you lying down in crutches
Puffin high amounts of dutches
All these dimes are down to bust it
See I'm laying down the rules
My name got out an grew
The only reason that you hate is cause I'm great at what I do
Got you praying that my paper count won't stable out to you
Cause you're angry that your bank account remains without no loot
We sense, a hot summer
Weed stench in my hummer
Be tense, because I got some reflexes like thunder
Recess the way I play with these records, you're one that's rejected by your bitch that keeps texting my number
Kid was born a dragon, shit just starta happen
Bitch you're just my son, I shoulda jizzed you on a napkin
Yes this is the one that all these bitches call the captain
So just come aboard my ship unless you're into water rafting
I can make you fuckers gasp with the way I've come to gas
Gaining cash fuck a label tell 'em take it up the ass
I'ma have you in fractions like a fatal fucking crash
(I'ma have you in fractions like a fatal fucking crash...)