Aftermath

Lyrics

[Intro] All this fuck shit, man T the fuck up, man, I'm droppin' once a month, man Twelve mixtapes a year, you know how I'm rockin, 'man (Yeah, huh, huh) It's the king, Flash (Huh) A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-all, all, all or nothing (Gang) Gang, bitch (Gang) Gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I got it, man, I got it, we gon' do it, man, let's do it (DJ Shyne, it's the gang, homie) [Chorus] Got white like Eminem, where yo' aftermath? (Skrrt, skrrt) After math class, I do chemistry with the fuckin' thrax (Thrax) Went to business class, I'm counting cash, my fingers cramp ([?]) Said "Fuck school," but I'm getting a master's degree in countin' bands (Bands) I told the dean I'm droppin' out and then I dropped a bag (Dropped a bag) I told him, "Catch me on the TV or on On Demand" Gotta turn up, I don't expect yo' ass to understand (No, no) I put two horns up at your head, you like a fuckin' ram (Bap, bang) He keep them twenties in his pocket, call him Instagram (Gang) [Verse] Youngins pull up in Forgis (Skrrt) He say he got plugs around the town but ain't get no money (No) Say he got thots, he got rocks, say he out here on plots (Plots, plots) Say he out here on blocks, tryna flip all the guap (Frrt, frrt) Tryna flip all his profit, he said he don't but he got it (Let's get it) Man, yo' bro is a ho, he prolly wearing some nail polish (Bitch) I'm smokin' chronic, it's toxic, I'm on it just like Blue Bonnet, gang You talkin' crazy out your mouth then we go all in your pockets Got pipes, got pints, two left hands, I can't write (Nah) 'Cause I'm a right, I'm a righty, leave you lefty in the night (Night) I like to roll like dice, my bitch mean, she ain't nice, a'ight And I got this chop', I turn yo' car into a bike [Chorus] Where yo' aftermath? (Skrrt, skrrt) After math class, I do chemistry with the fuckin' thrax (Thrax) Went to business class, I'm counting cash, my fingers cramp (Yeah) Said "Fuck school," but I'm getting a master's degree in countin' bands (Bands) I told the dean I'm droppin' out and then I dropped a bag (Dropped a bag) I told him, "Catch me on the TV or on On Demand" Gotta turn up, I don't expect yo' ass to understand (No, no) I put two horns up at your head, you like a fuckin' ram (Bap, bang) He keep them twenties in his pocket, call him Instagram (Gang) [Outro] A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-all, all, all or nothing