WHEN THE SKY FALLS Lyrics

I barely get no moister nigga gotta pray for rain

I'm whippin hella massii's I got kunta turnin in his grave

Was bout to say I'm dark and I got chains so niggas call me slave

But I got hella fam inside the clutch so niggas call me made

Hella bricks and hella bitchin in my comments talkin shit

They want that fat man back inside the clutch so I said "Swallow Dick"

I'm gettin hit from every corner barely even take a piss

Without a nigga telling me I need to cut my fuckin wrist

Ummm I don't know, they some virgins they don't get no top

Hella semen on the keyboard never make the pussy pop

Youtube never like the disses always put the pussy lock

Had my penis hangin out they licked it like a tootsie pop

Middle of the bar and cuff her up jus like a rookie cop

Nigga gettin slop hella niggas want my cookie

Stop hoppin on my cock and maybe I would motherfuckin drop

Wet it like a mop and all y'all niggas thought that I was flop

No sir hang ya like a poster

Call the Klan and we might have to get a flame and roast ya

Nigga y'all disgusting all y'all niggas get a can of Lysol

Uh cause when the sky falls it's prolly gon be my fault cause nigga

No sir we not gettin closer

Bitch I'm gettin hot like I'm some bread inside a toaster

Talkin to y'all bitches conversation like some dry wall

But when the sky fall y'all know y'all gonna blame all on me

Recorded songs up in my closet

And I'm still switching my flow

Bank account make a deposit cause bitch you already know

How I go about my day I rap and then go to the sto'

Buy some shaqs and give it to the niggas that is really low

Tryna humble myself before my numbers really gon really blow

Had a dream like martian luther king I really had a glow

They don't want my niggas and me to shine like that fuckin crow

Cotton on my body like my shoes I picked em like a fro

No sir hang ya like a poster

Call the Klan and we might have to get a flame and roast ya

Nigga y'all disgusting all y'all niggas get a can of Lysol

Uh cause when the sky falls it's prolly gon be my fault cause nigga

No sir we not gettin closer

Bitch I'm gettin hot like I'm some bread inside a toaster

Talkin to y'all bitches conversation like some dry wall

But when the sky fall y'all know y'all gonna blame all on me