Vortex Memory - Fijimacintosh

I feel like God

What the fuck…

Ah-ah-ahem (LouBeats on the beat)

If the bad-ass bitch boring then we might play (Yeah, yeah), yeah

Fuck this Charlie, shoot him in his face, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fuck all the opps, they gon' die anyway

I was down so bad, I had no other way

I might take your ho and I might penetrate

He said he was gon' bust me, won’t bust a grave (Yeah)

All these chains on my neck cost the engine of a plane (Let's go)

Finna buy mama a crib, gotta get her out the way

Stuffin' the racks, yeah

Make it clap, yeah

Come to my crib, yeah

Throw it back, yeah

I can’t even talk to you, like, «Nigga, you look like the feds»

We can’t conversate for long, lil' bitch, you give me head

Fuck nigga look at me wrong, I might just crack his head

Found that lil' boy body right there in the shed

Hope I get no blood on my brand new Chanel

They ask how I do it, bitch, I do it well

Our clout on clout nine, yeah

Banging triple seven 'til I’m dead and pale

They just wanna see a nigga rot in jail

And my brother gettin' that work right now through the fuckin' mail

If the bad-ass bitch boring then we might play, yeah (Yeah)

Fuck this Charlie, shoot him in his face, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Fuck all the opps, they gon' die anyway (Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh-fuh-fuh)

I was down so bad, I had no other way (Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh-fuh-fuh)

I might take your ho and I might penetrate (Woo)

He said he was gon' bust me, won’t bust a grave (Yeah)

All these chains on my neck cost the engine of a plane

Finna buy mama a crib, gotta get her out the way