I Hate My Job ft. Santos Santana Lyrics

They like Notions what the fuck is goin down

It's fucking phantom gang

Riding round your motherfucking town

Let's set this record straight

I'm feeling great

Wood is fully loaded

Take it to the face

I cant put my rage aside

I had to find a different way

The fuck is this

Different foes defend but I don't give a shit

I'm fucking pissed

Even so I still go roll magnificent

No witnesses

In my section blood go spill so effortless

I'm done with this

Let that pussy panic then I finish him

Bitch you hear

I kill every year

Don't get caught in tears

What you fear

Say goodbye to all of those who hold you dear

Lookie here

I think you'd look better cut up ear to ear

Bet you clear

Once I pull up get the fuck up outta here

I said Dawg what the fuck you on

Bro you dropped the ball now you gone

I don't care at all imma watch you fall

Now you lost

What's the fucking the cost

Thought you was a boss

Shit

Aye

You a phony

You not my homie

You fucking peasant, bitch you lowly

You pull up on me

I'll hit you with that fucking dotty

You fucking phony

You not my motherfucking homie

You fucking lowly

I'll hit you with that fucking dotty

Stealing another kilo from your trap

Come with the 40

What the fuck you think

Walking like pimp

I smoke exotic

Purple colored mink

Only see me smiling

When i mix that molly with my drank

Got ballistic rockets in my pockets

What the fuck you think

Bitch it's trap boy summer yuh

See me in the cut I got candy

Run up my commas yuh

Need a lotta pills

For my body

Sick motherfucker yuh

Come with the Nina

To your party

Aye what the fuck you think