imnotdayy - michael myers 2 lyrics
michael myers 2 lyrics
[intro]
soja, you wilin’
[verse 1: imnotdayy]
i ride with the shootas, you know they got sticks
can’t beef with that n+gga, you know he a b+tch
i f+ck on your b+tch and she swallowed my kids
don’t care how you feel, b+tch, it is what it is
don’t care how you feel, b+tch, i did what i did
i hop on this song and i’m high as a b+tch
they see that i’m lit so they f+ck with the kid
i knew i blew up as a mo’f+ckin’ kid
i keep comin’ back, b+tch, i feel like i’m myers
get that rich n+gga filled and i ain’t talkin’ no tires
i popped me a perc’, i’m just tryna get higher
i popped me a xan, b+tch, i’m tryna die
you run up on me, n+gga tryna die
i keep me a beam and i aim for your eye
cop a brand new tank and it cost me a lot
just f+cked on your b+tch ’cause she know she a thot
you diss on the gang and i bet you get shot
he say that he better, n+gga, you are not
i get your b+tch wetter, n+gga, that’s a fact
he talk on the gang, he get shots to his back
i walk in the house and i cop me a rack
he saw us and ran, n+gga like some track
we uppin’ the score and y’all n+ggas subtract
i’m f+ckin’ your wh0re and i hit from the back
i heard you want smoke, n+gga, we can match
smoke a n+gga like a mo’f+ckin’ pack
choppa on me and that b+tch go “blatt”
got a bad b+tch and she a brat
these n+ggas is p+ssy, these n+ggas is cats
you send me the low but that’s not where you at
we slide on that block in that mo’f+ckin’ ‘scat
masked up with that mo’f+ckin’ gas
[verse 2: pcajay]
i just caught a body, i do what i did
i’m not from toronto, but i got like six
i think that your b+tch is a cannibal, why? because i think she wanna eat all my kids
don’t work for mcdonald’s, this mac hit him up like a barbeque, it’s finna aim at his ribs
just look in my eyes, b+tch, you’re not that guy, don’t talk down if you really wanna live
i’m stompin’, don’t give a f+ck ’bout what you say
i just made a rack in a mo’f+ckin’ day
not madden, but my brother been makin’ plays
and shoutout to gang, gon’ win with wes and dayy
i’m finna blow up, don’t care what it takes
don’t care if you leaf, b+tch, i got a rake
heatin’ up like i’m summrs, but i am not slay
you stay on my d+ck, make me think that you g+y
been jiggin’ since i was eleven
“how much you pay for your fit?” it was like seven
gon’ aim at his fit, it’s gon’ send him to heaven
i’m prayin’ to god, think i need me a reverent
book me for the drop, shootin’ sh+t like i’m devin
not talkin’ ’bout basketball, i got a weapon
b+tch, i’m not a teacher, but you learned your lesson
it’s south, north, east, i’ma slide with a wessen
[verse 3: sgpwes]
play with the gang, i’ma slide with a wessen
she called me out so i f+cked on her best friend
run up on gang, you get hit with the stick
and if i go outside, i’ma walk with a bl!ck
if i go in your hood, i’ma hit me a l!ck
i’m with jay and lil’ dayy and we stackin’ up bricks
i just got me a pint, now i’m sippin’ on tris
if he talkin’ sh+t, we put his name on a list
i be outside just like phineas and ferb
i’m off this gas, b+tch, i’m geeked like a nerd
she singin’ my song but she don’t know the words
talkin’ that sh+t, put that boy in the dirt
talkin’ that sh+t, put that boy in a he+rs+
i feel like kobe, i need me a nurse
blow up my phone only ’cause she want a purse
i mixed the oxycodone with the perc’s
he wanna fight ’cause i’m f+ckin’ his b+tch
bullets, they hit him, make him do a flip
feel like bktherula, ’cause i ain’t no crip
had the cutter on me, i’ma let that sh+t rip
be callin’ me “baby”, i don’t got a bib
i hit that thot, then i call her a lyft
send him to h+ll, put his ass in a rift
i’m off the drop and they clean what i p+ss
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