Levels

Man all these pussy niggas drive me crazy

Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated

All you haters hold hands and jump off a building

I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia

Backpack full of artillery

One me, no equivalent

These niggas acting like lil’ bitches

I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it

Take her clothes off, step back and exhibit it

Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket

The end of the road is in walking distance

Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin’

In yo’ face like a airbag in a car collision

My weed man so consistent

I’m stayin’ rich, tryin’ not to make poor decisions

Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system

Nigga if you clumsy you gon’ slip and fall a victim to me

Ya bitch just sent some naked pictures to me

Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in the bed

I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet

Uh, skatin’ on ‘em like I’m lil wayne

And the weed so strong, I can feel veins

Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed

The drugs got me so numb, I can’t feel ashamed

And my girl at home with the mood swings

Girl I gotta make a few runs like usain

Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change

Hungry niggas going at yo’ neck for that food chain

Pop some pills that make me sleepy

Hoes creep me, in they tp

I hope that pussy taste like kiwi

Hope it’s nicer than tahiti, hopin’ I could get a freebie

Leave a nigga body floatin’ with a mouth full of seaweed

What’s in my louie backpack? That’s e.t.

Snitches give me the heebeegeebees

I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is houdini?

I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo’ back

I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees

Money over queens, fuck you blow me

I sit back and enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please

I don’t really do shit, but sit back and call the shots

She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks

Red beam on yo’ head, that’s a cherry on top

You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that adopt

Uh, I danced with the devil in my dreams

When I wake up, I still hear the same song

Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out

Flow on a nigga, I’m about to brainstorm

Lil’ nigga I’ll take yo’ main hoe, make her call her

Homegirl, make ‘em share the same dick

It’s that motherfuckin’ dedication 5, I just hope

I’ll be alive to see a dedication 6

Lil tunechi

What up slime?

Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit

Been doing mia since levels was the shit

And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit

I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit

All I need is a shovel and a ditch

You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is

Run in his home and show me where the kids

Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge

That’s me, him nigga

Black piece ap, gold trim nigga

Black jeans, grey tee, old tim’s nigga

Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga

Keep quiet, beef with d5

I’m in the streets like rodney king’s riots

Mommy opposed, they retired

On that old bullshit, p minus

They scream and seize fire

My audible like godfather meets wire

A felon in the whip

Rollin three 6′s, devil yellin’ trips

Shots whistled like a cuddle when it’s lit

I’m tryin’ to go ballistic, shadow in the ship

Call the barney rubble in the whip

Made of kick rocks, bull haze from zip-locks

Uh

What up five?