My Rxxts

[Intro] Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! Turn up! [Verse] Keep the pen hot Don't write for the same song Don't try me on my temper That's an adventure You're not geared up for Go to your house only members Lxrd please don't text me with the fuckery Because I don't reply to the sender It'll just ring [?] He'll kick in your front door and hunt for the treasure Now he's stirred Project my voice like loudspeaker I can create anything that I want Once this is done I'll make an atmosphere Tip the scale [?] fear Judgement day could never come here Left the old me scared But to be sincere I've never felt fear I wrote bars and beats since 13 Run around the yard in a blackstring vest These man wanna act hard for the gram But don't really shift no guns in their flesh Stop that, haha yeah Some of y'all really are lost in your head I had the flow lock down since early It's like I'm twistin' and turnin' for dreads We keep on setting trends That's what I like, be my Benz Whippin' with my friends Bust the red light, fuck the feds These times I buy shit for the long flight Ching ching chong when the store get gunned Barely split so long for the shot Can't link her, she's lord of the thots Passenger side of my best friends car yeah I can't drive now I'm way too fucked Now I'm thinkin' I'm way too smart Not trippin' on the same old stuff I swear nobody can fix me I will achieve anything that I want I used to write bars in 16's Then fall asleep at the back of the bus Me and my niggas are [?] off jamming Sometimes might go pissed to the front Had so many good times and wrote sick lines While sat on the 501 Now 50 is the 50 that's 50 they see five-o and run What is the code when you dip in the cup So we still call it the 501 I'm not flexin' you're violent Friends whippin' from the pigs Power slidin', drunk drivin' Lost control and fucking flipped At 17 crashed the whip No seat belt, I wish I did What you mean "This ain't the driver's car"? Well tell the driver get off quick Lies are in your eyes You think I'm hurt? You must be blinded I'm not scared of dying alone You rather got me confused, think Put my pride aside and text you first you don't reply, miss I don't care about you anyway so you go ahead and do you, bitch