Deathrow! Lyrics

I'm a yung jit, still going in, Bitch im in

He was in the office, I'll kick you out this bitch

Didn't have to run from 12 like Jake on a blitz

Running from my own trail, had to put me up a fence

All these long days hurtin' like you better pucker lips

I'm a hurdle over the mountain, anything life throw

In this bitch mind, I don't even wanna share it though

In a hot rod, I might slide in an auto

Falling six feet deep for the bih death row

All the liquor up in my cup, yell, damn otter

The people knocked it off

I didn't even wanna fuck with you, you really not my dog

How the hell you wanna fuck with me and then you knock me down

Don't wanna see the broad, don't even like my type

And I'm knowing what I know, and I cannot be right

You really stumbling and you couldn't stomach

I've been digesting facts like I wanted knowledge

They dont believe in me like I seen a saucer

Like I really need the space, baby, you is not beloved

Baby wanna be a part of genes, wanna see my sausage

I got all these good genes, baby, we could go and prosper

We could fuck together, but that don't mean I'm great father

Every single 50 shades, it's gonna get harder

Everybody find a way to hate

Put shades on, no bother

Know the nigga really hate, full throttle, go bottle

I don't even need a bottle, I'ma just smoke ghanja

Listen up, class, nigga, I'm your real proctor

Like her witta, little class, no, we gon' go farther

Hit a nigga with the glass, don't play with my problem

If I hit on your woman, then I'll be the bother

They not in lense, so they could not toggle

Know that they was off the steps, so I could not bother

Creeping up your steps, like a damn creepy crawler

Walking up in your crib, no invite, I'm the robber

Like me see your insides, where the flaws at residing

Got my staff on my side, I make wind

All the stamina inside, need win

That bitch still in fairyland, playing all pretend

I'm a young jit, still going in, bitch, I'm in

If you was in the office, I'll kick you out, this bitch

Didn't have to run from 12, like Jake on the blitz

Running from my own trail, had to put me up a fence

All these long days hurting, like you better pucker lips

I'm a hurdle over the mountain, anything life throw

In this bitch mind, I don't even want to share though

In a hot rod, Ima slide in an auto

Fallin' six feet, deep for the bih death row

All the liquor up in my cup, yell damn otter