Buckle Down ATL

Lyrics

You about to find out soon enough you aint shit to get touched. Nah you really slipped up openin them lips up shoulda just sat shut now you gettin zipped up. Bitch why the fuck you out here runnin at the mouth actin like you live a life you really aint about. Bout to pull up on your spot and air it out aint shit to up the pole and lay everybody down. Bitch you about to flatline night night shit its nap time. Swear to mother fuckin god this shit the last time. Bout to show you where my head really is at I'm done toleratin games and disrespect. Bitch you want a problem then thats what your gonna get. Aint no motherfuckin talkin its to late for all of that. Call this what you wanna but it aint no motherfuckin threat. You aint have no reason for the pussy shit you did. I aint really for the bullshit but I had enough of this. Its time you get what you deserve thats just how it is. There's a time to stand on business and timer hit a tick. Aint gonna lie Im still tryna hold it in thats cuz once I get to movin aint no goin back on this. You think I'm just talkin but this about as real as its gone get let me catch you lackin swear to god Im uppin blick. This aint no situation where you gonna live I aint talkin fightin bitch I wanna see you dead not no funny shit I'm really seein red aint even fuck with you why aint you put this shit to bed. Hoe you really dug your own mother fuckin grave Hoe. If I gotta Imma catch you where you stay Hoe. You want a problem then motherfuckin say it Hoe. Don't give a fuck bout who think you is Hoe. Swear you got people better tell stay tf home for this Im tellin you I promise this is gone be it. If they pull up they aint makin it home from this anybody actin funny I'm puttin shit to bed. All you do is buzz around bitch you bug. All people who around you they just scrubs. You think you really doin something its the drugs got you so fucked up you forgot who the fuck you was. You aint gansta damn sure aint no hustler you sellin pussy and you look fuckin disgusting. Body hella sloppy you a custy pussy probably crusty damn sure smelling must lips lookin like lunch meat they should kick you out the country. Bitch if you died we'd through a party aint no service we don't cry about garbage. I cant make shit any clearer for your sorry ass the game is done case is closed I aint the one. Shouldve stopped before you started you retarded for this one. I know you think you probably safe aint shit gone happen. You probably think that I'm just mad that I'm just yappin might not be today but on my soul this shit gone happen soon as I catch you lackin I aint cappin. I know your ass to broke so you aint goin in a casket. Turn you soul into a ghost body to ashes. This shit all the way up until it mother fuckin crashes. Your lifes a fucking joke but we aint laughin. Im tryna do some things You probably dont want to imagine like open up your throat and pour a bunch of gas in. Break every bone and keep you captive seeing you in agony would only make me happy. You brought this on yourself so just remember and say a prayer that you make it to December.