Tantrum

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Louie Pastel] Finger bitches like a Tech Deck Superman, her pussy bald like Lex Draw on niggas who wanna act sketch Not a gangster, this, I do confess Pockets out of shape, they obese like I'm just a dumb nigga, I don't teach right Morals out of whack, I don't preach right (Wait, wait) Who got the pills? I'm tryna geek like My mind is abomination, I can't stand the population You get up, they think you sayin' Don't like me, I'm glad you hating In Atlanta with a Mason Felt like Kenny in my hood I can die like any day, so every day, I need my payment Me and bro like Shaq and Kobe Shit you say is straight bologna I'm so cool, a great producer Bobby staring at Medusa Shut up, bitch, I need medulla One eye open, Slick the Ruler In my circle like a hula Everybody else got me like [Chorus: Louie Pastel] Hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like— [Verse 2: Felix] Long dick Got her long winded when she blew me down, it was a breeze I got raw denim on my body, yes, it's Japanese Raw denim in my DNA 'cause it's in my jeans Just a raw nigga down to the core Paris Texas swept the nation like a chore If she at my house, got all four to the floor My opps got bad acne, they all dirty and they poor I don't need attention, you can pay me in respect Huh, and that's on me Niggas still sorry like apologies On that ground like a Nike SB I'm punchin' this bitch like Apollo Creed Animal, way I'm 'bout to skin this beat The waviest human, it might be me And I brought that hue, man, the manatee On my notes, still blue like sea I know niggas in the jungle street Hairline trigger and it might recede SMG through your AMG Two fingers up, made her come in peace Bitch give me head, got me stuck to my seat This bitch got me talkin' like Jar Jar Binks Haven't seen a bitch like three, four weeks All 'cause she was with a nigga that's weak [Chorus: Louie Pastel] Hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like hmm, hmm Got me mad like— [Bridge] Get your money now, get your bag I mean it [Verse 3: Louie Pastel] Niggas do not get it, they ain't got no vision I can't hang 'round bro no more, he movin' weird 'round bitches I'm so antisocial, my bitch think that I'm autistic Paint her walls, I get artistic, I'm sophisticated Heavy melanated, no hairline, they hate I made it I don't even believe in Jesus, auntie must've prayed it I stand on ten, my opp'll sit like antonym While I'm in her guts, her BF called, don't answer him I can't stop playin', I need prayin' again (Okay, let's go) I'm on M-A-R-S, movin' round like Rocky, man (Okay, let's go) Eating in this bowl, you better fuck your body gland (Okay, let's go) I'm on too much shit, I'm 'bout to kick it from the vans Run 'em up when I grow, oh, look he up (Okay, let's go) Lot of O's for the shows, stupid fuck (Okay, let's go) Someone find my nicotine, I'm 'bout to bump (I'm 'bout to bump) Drinking Hen', I'm in my prime, no Optimus (Okay, let's go) I turned the fifth of vodka into a pessimist, okay, let's go Half-empty, straight face, I never glitch, okay, let's go Band-Aid over scar, I'm optimist, okay, let's go See your blood fade first, I'm hittin' the paint, okay, let's go This bitch's throat is not a fuckin' joke, I swear she never gag, I treat that cash like eenie, meenie, lil' nigga, I need more Pullin' out this pin, this shit about to blow, it's like a frag, I never read that octagon, my nigga, I stay on G-O [Verse 4: Felix] Soon as I walk in the room, all of these niggas should get in they place Soon as I walk in the room, watch how these bitches react to my face Some light up like a candle, some'll get mad and that's okay Give it a few more minutes, a bad one shakin' it all in my face Huh, huh, like a trash man, watch how I manage the waist Like a trash can, watch how I handle the dump If I gauge 12 behind me, just like Morris, I gotta run These bitches tryna move me, but it don't phase me, they want some City on fire, put blame on us Never did care for the fame on us Pure bloodshed when it's paint on us Fuck, I already said that shit Said what I said and I meant that shit Try to talk down, we gon' dead that shit Left with his soul, we gon' kill this shit Been 'bout time we behead this bitch Woah