Levels Of Rage Lyrics

Fuck

Shit shit shit shit shit

Shit shit shit shit shit

Ahhhhh bitch

Yeah bitch they should've told you I couldn't be fucked with you should've known

All that woofing on the net gone leave you with a headstone

All these bitches wanna fuck now cause my dreads long

Got a call from my wife chillin with my redbone

Smoking weed to feel normal don't want pussy give me oral

Make her wait cause I got morals bitch right now I feel immortal

I'm that lion in the jungle threw a bullet made him fumble

Turning dirty money clean so I'm playing in the bubbles

Anger management tape gone be better than the graduate

Stop tryna give yo input cause we ain't asking you shit

Oh you got a hellcat you better stash the bitch

These niggas living under rocks on some Patrick shit

40,00 fit with no crib that's some backwards shit

Niggas only tuff on the net that's some actor shit

Yo granny take a puff this she do a backwards flip

Naw I ain't gone lie this that weed that got Bin Laden killed

Slapped a nigga now I'm stuck in anger management

If I go a day without my weed I start to panicking

Whip the 40 out it got em froze up like a mannequin

Take a puff and hit the wonderland like I'm Alison

I go to war bitch I ain't in to all that battling

I beat a nigga ass in elementary he was tattling

I got my first gun hit the mirror starting practicing

My first drill I did was on a bike I had to paddle it

Stripper love when they see my face they know that paper round I'm standing on the table in the club for another round

Pockets heavy if they hit the flo it make a thumping sound

I was getting paper in the womb check the ultrasound

Hopping out the car with that chop finna walk em down

While you was serving 8 balls I was serving pounds

It's a big sign on my street no feds allowed

Since you talking hot up on the gram we gone fan you down