MAYFLOWER Lyrics

Static, like a bomb, I'm a blast it

Can't keep up with my shit, that's tragic

Cut 'em with a dagger that I borrow from the rabbit

Envy my dough, man you wish you had it

Dough fiend, see the green, then I grab it

Started too much, now that shit a habit

On a new level, gotta establish my Sabbath

Establish my Sabbath, rocking sticks and hella choppers

See yo pops and yo mom, I drop em, I leave em bleeding

They callin', they said to stop it, but I'm toxic

Like to show out she watchin', she can reach gold in my pocket

Yeah she got skills, call her rocket

Her blows leave tears in yo sockets

Tell me secrets, mouth I'll lock it, but you know immediately

I'll use the key, cause previously that key had been used against me

I just split them ten a piece, yo that single was upbeat

Still lonely need company, need company

Take a second to look at yo bitch, you gotta admit

That you set the bar low, just a little a bit

He don't want the crust, he want the middle of the brick

How I got yo crush over here, doing tricks on the dick

How you stab yo blood in the back, that's a federal offense

How I wish I would, but I can't in the general sense

But if I fucking could, I would act less bitter against

All those to my left who have helped made Twitter intense

Look up at my wrist in the dark, shine bright in yo midst

I been serving hits like it's Christmas, bullets are gifts

I done got him pissed off, wishing that I'd never exist

He just wants his fists raw, how can bro never resist, never resist

Pop a pill wit a pilgrim, where the pill from

I just brought her to the back, she got nothing to kneel on

Is yo deal on, how that girl got not a thing to feel on

I wanna be alone, be alone

That girl can cry all she want, don't care, I just wanted that dome

You got yo bitch at yo place, but all she does is look at phone

Know that she be texting me, she miss my house

She want to come back home, but you got her though

Yea yea look at me now

I'm spreading the word and I'm building the crowd

We stacking the racks, we count it by thou,

The money get old play the game like a child

The fire done left you with burns for your brows

Want all the smoke, wanna puff of the loud

Be munching on something, be washing the mouth

Look at big Bruney , he running the mound

I'm changing my ways, hope I'm making her proud

Yea changing my ways, hope I'm making her proud

Hope I'm making her proud

Yea yea