Natural Habitat (Prod. by artist) Lyrics

Rockin' this shit, pulled up with my blick

I'm goin' crazy till the beat go off, huh

(Y'all are now tuning into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga)

Yeah

Ay, uh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Ay, huh, yeah

Rappin' this shit in my natural habitat

I go crazy, blow up like the Taliban

You want money, don't know what to tell ya man

I resent all these bitches, they demons

I want pussy, but no, I'm not fiendin

Write a song, I don't know what it means

I just go in the booth and I spit

I just say shit, I don't think about it

If you think that you already messed up

You should think about how you be dressin' up

That hat don't even go with the fit

You be dressed like a motherfuckin' bitch

Walk around like you isn't a snitch

Throw the ball down the field, but you missed

Go crazy, make a song like this

And I get mad and I fuck your bitch

Yeah, I get mad and I fuck your bitch

Ran into me, wonder why you get hit

Wear a nine and a half, that's the size of my dick

Why did you say something, you should've quit

I'm not a rockstar, I'm a rabbit bitch

But I could have bitch jumpin' in the pits

I'm not a rasta either, I don't smoke

But I keep an energy drink where I go

Your bitch is a drive-thru, I take her to go

They said, Voli, you that GOAT

I said, I know

Jumpin' house to house, I'm on the go

I took his head off, I don't shoot low

I only shoot threes, I don't shoot close

You got bees around you, what you buzzin' for

Hop off the porch and into the Porsche

Enter this shit like I enter your whore

I'm into that shit and she into it more

If you bring out the guns, I'll bring out some more

I do crazy shit, it's all for the lore

I worship, I spend my time with the Lord

You got knocked down, you spend your time on the floor

I'm nocturnal, I only come out at night

You fuckin' with me, you might catch some flight

When I'm movin', my motion's fluid

If you got a gun, you better shoot it

Yeah, you better shoot it

Ay, we finna loot it

I make the music, so I get my boy to shoot it

Nah, Voli don't need adlibs

I let my boy Jake do it (Ay!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rappin' this shit in my natural habitat

I go crazy, blow up like the Taliban

You want money, don't know what to tell ya man

I resent all these bitches, they demons

I want pussy, but no, I'm not fiendin

Write a song, I don't know what it means

I just go in the booth and I spit

I just say shit, I don't think about it

If you think that you already messed up

You should think about how you be dressin' up

That hat don't even go with the fit

You be dressed like a motherfuckin' bitch

Walk around like you isn't a snitch

Throw the ball down the field, but you missed

Go crazy, make a song like this

And I get mad and I fuck your bitch