BiPolar

Kid
Yah niggas started at 17 18 man
The fuck
You ain't competing with me nigga
Uh
You not competing with me nigga
Yeah yeah yeah
Been repping that
Yeah Yeah
Yeah uh
Repping the set like my
Repping the set like my
Been Repping the set like my
Been Repping the set like that bitch was my mother
Never go
Fall out with all of my brother
Before I had a gun I had me a cutter
Don't try to g check me
Cause you'll fuck around catch the right and the left knee
Bipolar
Let a nigga test me
I'll snipe a nigga down
Like Wesley
Can't trust a bitch
Let her stress me
Look in my heart
And that bitch
Empty
I know my ex's they wish that they
Kept me
Smoking on wookies
I smoke on the
Best weed
She gave me cookies
She told me to text me
No
Hang with the
Gang gang
Make the wrong move
Bang bang
I just wanna
Let my chain swang
Get a nigga out the dope game
Dope game
Right with this rapping
I think it's my
Way out
All of the haters
Got nothing to say now
They killed my homie
Got something to spray bout
If you my homie
Ain't no competition
No
You was with me
I was dead broke
We was plotting to go hit a lick
Cause our stomach was empty as shit
When you see em ride
How could you switch
I can see I'm sly
I'm fucking ya bitch
And the reason why
Cause I sparkle like I'm Rick the Ruler
Ain't no average jeweler
She wanted the dick
So I gave it to her
But you do not know what I'm repping uhh
Ville Villian
1550
I grew up in them buildings
Murder nigga
Since a younger jit
Wonder why
I always stomp shit
1 step 2 step 3 step 4
I'm bout to blow
All of this pain
Got my brain
Overload
Give me some love then I
Hop on the road
All of this playa shit
Not for show
I had to
Cook some crack on a metal tin can
I done see bands
Nothing you do can impress me
I'm with the gang and we messy
Nigga
Been Repping the set like that bitch was my mother
Never go
fall out with all of my brother
Before I had a gun I had me a cutter
Don't try to g check me
Cause you'll fuck around catch the right and the left knee
Bipolar
Let a nigga test me
I'll snipe a nigga down
Like Wesley
Can't trust a bitch
Let her stress me
Look in my heart
And that bitch
Empty
I know my ex's they wish that they
Kept me
Smoking on wookies
I smoke on the
Best weed
She gave me cookies
She told me to text me
No
Hang with the
Gang gang
Make the wrong move
Bang bang
I just wanna
Let my chain swang
Get a nigga out the dope game
Dope game