Temper

Lyrics

Uh, Sleaze money
 Yeah, go
 (Thanks, Yakree)
 Uh, uh, bitch
 Pedal to the floor, watch me get loose (Skrrt)
 Switch on the back of the 'Vet (Uh, grrt)
 Goofy lil' boy better move (Bitch)
 I was right back to the trap everyday
 Right as soon as I got outta school
 Why the fuck would I go beef on the 'net
 When we really using our tools
 Every new year, boy, my crib done got bigger (No cap)
 Next thing, I'ma cop me a Richard (Huh?)
 I gotta shit on them niggas that said I wouldn't make it
 I bet they ain't making no skrilla (Fuck 'em)
 No cap, boy this shit done got realer
 You niggas still making them Trillers (Huh?)
 The 'Raq a turn you to a killer, I made it out I'm a winner
 That thin line look a lil' thinner (Yeah)
 I really been tryna just hold in my temper (Oh yeah)
 I got a amigo 'cross state, they shippin' burritos
 Or we hide it in the fender (I knew it)
 New lil' ho scam and she just got an advance
 Say she got a couple vendors (Yeah)
 Stupid 'lil boy, these ain't regular vendors
 Two pints, fifteen, bitch, I'm a wizard (A wizard)
 They know who to not let get some money, it's too late, huh? (Yeah)
 Ayy, boy I been lookin' for yo' ass, where my pape'? Uh
 Back of the Glock to the back of the face, D.O.A (Go)
 I know they mad, I'm in this rappin' shit, I'm finna stay (For real)
 Know 'lil Perc' can't save a ho, bitch no way (At all)
 Bitch, this is a Fendi scarf, not a cape (Bitch)
 My new 'lil bitch natural, yo' bitch she got lace (Ugh)
 Niggas know I'll slide back to the 'Raq, that's any day
 If niggas a start poppin' back outside, I might just swang (Skrrt)
 Nigga, you not havin' shit, I sleep in Helmut Lang
 Crazy how motherfuckers get some money then they change (Fakes)
 I ain't stressing it, this AMG in sport, I switched a lane (Skrrt)
 No cap, boy patience done got low
 Y'all on the 'net dick sucking for follows
 Couldn't be me, care less, need guapo
 Touch my skrilla, better duck yo' taco
 G19, turn his top into nachos, I got no love for bop hoes
 Gettin' a crate like hittin' the lotto
 New straps, new GATs, bitch the block on (Valid)
 New straps, new GATs, bitch the block on
 Damn, on fonem
 Fah, damn
 Go, sleazy on it, CEO, BEO shit, nigga, I'ma be a real wiz
 CEO, yeah nigga
 Fonem
 

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Song Details

Duration
01:49
Key
1
Tempo
80 BPM

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