SamanthaRayVin - UnFucksWittable

Blew her back out, made it explode
Took a video and sent it to my ex hoe
Did a line of cocaine so big, made my neck close
Getting to the money and I do it presto
Hatin' ass youngin, why you pressed bro
You a real ass pussy, where your dress go
Boy I'm richer than a bitch, still I won't flex though
I don't need a youngin plottin', trying to get my next load
Let's go
Chop spray and disinfect
Buggin' ass youngins and they coming incorrectly
Third eye vision given to me to inspect, and expect the stress up on me to get heavy
Threw away the pillow, not familiar with nap time
Fat lines only matter time 'til I flatline
Got them salty like a supersized Mac fry
Chopper on me blowin' loud like it's half time
Why they keep on trying to keep up
Boy I'm gone on them, only going to speed up
Need a ladder if your ass finna reach up
Pitter patter, I can hear them trying to creep up
I had ran past a youngin with a blade so sharp
Didn't touch him but he still fell apart
Cuttin' up the rap game, all these wack names in the way
Pull up on him, got him acting less hard
Big Raven, don't acknowledge the bullshit
No college, she came over got a full ride
Pussy tight, I got pulled in
Got on top, did a full split
Need to catch my breath
When the floor fell through, had to catch myself
Ain't nobody with you, they just waitin'
Contemplatin', for the moment when they need some help
'Cause they can't get it on they own, so they say
But really they just fuckin' won't
Worried 'bout the wrong shit, nothing but a bong hit
Nothing but some problems come from fucking with them hoes
I be off the white girl, Whitney yeah the Sniffany
Comedown be my enemy
Adderall capsule, drop it into me
Do a line of Ketamine, mixin' up the energy
Ain't nobody comin' like me and that's a motherfucking factoid
Spit cold like I'm chewin' up a Altoid
Metal on me, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout the alloy
Got my own rules, Ima muhfuckin' bad boy
That noise in your ears when I'm comin' through the speaker
Won't hear another like it
Vibrations unheard of, I be in the booth, cup full and you know I done spiked it
Feel like it's dumbells stuck to my eyelids
When it's my turn, bet they get silent
Boy I'm at your neck like a violin
Better stay quiet 'fore a youngin have to get violent
Racks on me, steady piling
Higher than a pilot, drugs keep me in my zone
Play after play like I'm out for recess
Snapchat got deleted, police in my phone
Fuckin' with The Raven, that's a mistake
I done made it well known that I'm insane
Why the fuck you in the streets if you bitch made
Get back in the house, you ain't sold nothin' but some lemonade
I could end your life in a second, your family in a day
If you ain't on shit, you in the way
Get behind the mic and I'm wreckin'
These artists, they afraid of a youngin, you can see it in they face
Bitch

Written by:
Sam Jernigan

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