My head just ride away to a new place
(Aye, yeah)
My head just ride–
My head just ride away to a new place
I be runnin' from a new demon, every damn new race
Baby, I just love to chase
Pour a new cup, roll a new wood, take it right to the face (Yeah)
Get that little boy out my way
I was in the club, I don't even like the club, so I'm aggravated
Folks really from the L but we taking dubs, yeah we first placin'
Bring it back to the basement
People who mad, thats the ones who ain't getting no payment
I got a oath that I made up myself
I ain't even really talking about Satan
In a few years I might have me some wealth so, boy what the fuck is you saying
You think I ain't gonna work for a walk on your turf for a week, in yo bushes, we waiting
40 on me I'm a send his ass right to his maker
2's got so many packs like he came on the boat from Jamaica
I know a rasta he bring ammunitions to islands for payment
I ain't a doctor, I tried to make beats, I really ain't got no patience
It was just me and Lil 3 at the crib trapping right off of the pavement (Aye)
We finna blick him
Sliding with soldiers, don't miss him
Like GTA, I'm a find me the loc' and I blip him
She suck my dick and then she finna kiss him
This Glock like a blender, know its finna rip him
That boy ass shrimp, we finna grits him
Sliding with shooters, don't miss
I got that tec on my hip
He run up on gang, yeah we putting a hole in his lip
(God damn)
This that BlickHim Pt2
If you run up on my gang, snipers pointed right at you
