Ain't Above me, Ho' Lyrics

And I'd like to say, whatever I'd like to say, That's Amendment 1, let me get my gun

That's Amendment 2, we gon' get this done, Straight up, yeah, all my boys is straight ate

up, But, that's the way that we came up, Took acid shrooms and then made a

P, p, p path to the moon, Got trapped in a tomb

Where it's dark and it's warm, Like I'm back in the womb

But I'm not in, I'm out, And I'm packin' a tool

Packin' a few, And I'm clackin' them too, And I ain't no killer, but don't test me, dude

Fucked up cops wanna arrest me too, But I'm keepin' it 100, don't test me, fool

Look him in the eyes, drug test me too, Ha, yeah, cause I don't ride dirty

That's the dumbest motherfuckin' shit I ever heardy

Of, yeah, I do drugs, But don't roll around with them

That shit's dumb, Kick it at the cribbo

Probably where it's most safe, I'm just talkin' shit, dawg

You can do your own thing, Yeah, and mad daps to the byrd flok

And you can get dismissed like a cum sock, Fuckin' around with Stimagé

You got the wrong one, Lookin' like you ain't got balls

You better grow some, My homie, before you approach me

You better know some, show some, Hmm, slight form of intelligence

Or just say something that could potentially be relevant

But whatever you say, you couldn't get me out my element

I'm better than I've ever been, But fuck that last bar

Never thought I ever could've gone that damn hard

Stimmy, stimmy, stimmy, but I love that last bar

All you gotta worry about is zippin' this dick hard

Stiff like steel bars, and tough like steel cars

Hoppin' in and then pullin' out quick like steal cars

Get it steal cars, better look the fuckin' lyrics up

And tat your favorite quotes, After this session

I'll be lighting me up a bowl , But don't judge me though

And do your best to remember you ain't above me, ho

You ain't above me, ho, You ain't above me, ho

Yeah, But don't judge me though

And do your best to remember you ain't above me, ho

Bitch, I grew up around them honkies and them black folks

I done been to the farm and the trap, ho

So fuck you thought I'm half white and half black, bro

Uh, tell me I ain't made for this stix

Bitch, I was raised in the stix

Down in Perryville, Missouri

Gettin' bathed in the stix

Me and my little bro, Dawson

If he got a problem, all he gotta yell

Is Austin