Climate Change

Lyrics

Part I [Intro] And, the best new artist is; me [Verse] Bitch, just do your job, hot potato pass to me Bitch, I got that fire, it's all in my arteries Gotta let it out, please don't step too hard to me I might peep you out Smoking on that Singapore, I be gettin' too high Walk around like Eeyore, my cards keep getting charged I don't even think you picked before, this bitch hoppin' on my rod Whole lot of nights I ain't eat before, that's what left me scarred Now here come the commodities I was down broke, now getting up now, they got ornery Yeah, I got swole on me, pull up with a bitch named Josephine Niggas used to joke with me, now I'm gettin' it how it 'posed to be UNO! You know I pull up pull your card Suduko, play with him put somethin' between yo' eyes Ride around with a gangsta lean, you know that I beat the odds Know that I keep the flame with me, this one stay in, this one don't come outside Bullet chew like corn on cob Hit yo' lung or pancreas, now yo mother 'bout to sob Told you not to play with him, bitch head bomb just like Saddam Ballin' like palladium, bitch hit his head it make me cry Can't fuck with a nigga that you choose These lil' niggas go no use Ball on a nigga like Jodie Pull up in Honda, 6 deep This bitch tryna sitch me Pull up in a bitch like [?] Pull up in yo' city, tsunami, leave yo' hoes debris Ball on a bitch like Concord Do it again and again like encore These lil niggas know I got flows for days, that's why I'm alive for Got that shit on propane, this ain't Star Wars That bitch do what I say, she's a cyborg We left, he ain't feelin right "What's up doc'?, need a check-up" Fuckin' on the world, I think that bitch need a epidural Fuckin' on that, uh-huh, that bitch need a epidural I'm fuckin' on [?] block [?] Part II [Verse] [?] think it's time to check up Fuckin' on the world, I think that bitch need a epidural Trauma reoccurring, clean that pistol off until it's sterile Spin the block with wood beat contusion pockets Terry Crews'in Beat the block and crucial chop it down like yeah see fam you it Yo bitch, that's a mucus, she just swallow, that bitch ain't chewin' He get all the pape' together swear that it cut like cotton sweater I could feel your heartbeats, strapped like a carseat Spray him like a artist, they don't want know Arby's [?] sardine, they won't never harm me [?], [?] Darlene [?], [?] in the crib take all that [?], I don't know what to call that Put it on the card, somethin' like a blackjack Pull up to your hood knocked down on all the doors Like, nigga, give me my ball back I'm through like a javelin I'm swollen like a cavity Your birth was an accident I'm in the air like pathogens I took your bitch to the Motel 6, no Radisson I'm accurate, I ravagin' I X'd the score on accident