Finatic - Pissed Off

Gang, Grrah Grrah
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah
Bow-Bow, Bow Bltt
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah
Bow, Finatic
Im SoSlimee
Run up on a nigga, you think that I missed him
Fuck a ankle twist him
Misunderstood, I guess I'm enigma
Said she "attracted", I got a charisma
I'm under ya tree with a gift, Christmas
Nourish the dick, she said "its nutritious"
Said he gon' "kill me", superstitious
He movin' funny, he actin' suspicious
Now, I'm a suspect, he a victim
I don't like, how these lil' niggas be dissin'
And they really lyin
One-point-five in a wood, I'm fryin'
He thinkin' he greasy, we gon' have to fry him
Now, he the past, story, writin'
Flashin' his face, cheese, smilin'
I got a big gun, with a thunderclap
Let it strike, I'm playin' with lightnin'
Don't be talkin shit
Me and bro would flush you
Now, we pissed off
Caught him in the field, made him run
He done kicked off
Fuck Amazon, deliver bullets
They done shipped off
Aim at his ball, thats a bucket
Get him tipped off
Fuck a smoke alarm, niggas got me fired up
We sendin' a message, fuck a text
We gon' slide up
Slidin' with electric, get him shocked
Now, he wired up
Smoke his ass, put him in the air
Now, we highed up
I'm a goat, niggas hate
Jump his ass, fuck a gate
Niggas really food, you ain't eatin from my fuckin' plate
Bitch, I never ran on my brother
Bet you cant relate
Four-five big tryna' lift, this shit holdin' weight
Playin' with my top, purposely
That's a big mistake
In ya bitch cookie, make her cream
Thats a milkshake
And I told her "eat the dick", she gon' intake
Natural disaster, get him shook
Like a earthquake
Gang, Bitch
Grrah
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah
Bow-Bow, Bow Bltt
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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