$uicideBoy$ and Germ - Sorry For The Delay

What the fuck? Ayy

Lil Scotty in the Masi' go to war like Bush
I been running through New Orleans like I'm Reggie bush
Kush lit, it's that pimp from the underground G
North north out the trench, I keep death around me
Fuck you mean, it's that fiend, middle fingers stay up
I got them bitches, they praying up to me like Slicky the devil or something
Hand of God, direct the mob to pull up and put an end date on your life
But it don't stop there, we come in and share the other bullets with the whole second line
Ayy, goddamn, I'm a psycho when I'm manic (whoa)
Goddamn, I'm fucking dykes, my dick got magic (yeah)
My doctors deemed me sick as fuck, I guess I'll manage (why)
Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots

Yeah
Flex my winter garments, something fine up under my armpit
Just another bitch I harvested, I reap what I sow
All day plowing in the garden, spread my seed on these hoes
Yeah, Oddy got them thotties on they knees 'bout to choke
Southside shawty put the ice in isolated
All these bitches think I'm lonely but really I'm fuckin' flakey
All these bitches tryna holla, but their voice is always shaking
I got a long ass bridge to get across, baby
You won't get passed these ribs, make sure my heart don't cave in
Would you really be 'bout it if I wasn't famous?
Always tryna get my money I call that "Juicy J-ing"

Swervin' lanes, catchin' plays
Stars in the Cullinan, jets finna pull it in
Hoes in the hangar, scopes on the banger
She need some money I pay her
I'll see ya later, Ruby the mayor
Scrimmy came 'round with them flavors
Bitches chew us now and later
Beating these bitches like walker Texas ranger
I flipped me some whips, I flipped me some hoes
You know how that shit go (go)
I'm out the door with cash for them bows
I ain't even up my pole
These niggas hoes, I won't fold
Can't hold my tongue no more
Let's go chops out lookin' for foes
Wait watch my story unfold
Hope I don't get knocked off
Visvim socks off
Suck me 'til she lockjaw
Forgis, top off
My wrist gon' pop off
Molly look like rock salt
My nigga let shots off
We done took his top off

Written by:
Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Jerry Antoine

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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