Turn It Out

(альбом: Variety Pack EP, Vol. 1 - 2019)

I got plenty packs
Of the boof you can not pass
And the sight that you've seen
Got me looking like a fiend
I envisioned all of this
Come out here and reminisce
With the last blunt
Take it off, feel it hit, like 'em all
I can't
It's for show
I keep it on the low
When you see the demon
Don't forget to let him know
That I'm coming quick
Gas hit
'Bout to take off in this bitch
Get so hot I'm fucking wit'
Down in dirt you cause a fit
Just a little piece of shit
Fucking with the wrong clique
Packed with my shit
Busting with my fucking mitts
Baseball bats just sitting in my fucking room
Sitting all confused
When that gonna start to bruise