Shoes

*I just wanted my fuckin' shoes.*

Verse 1:
Glock gang rape
While that bass hit yo' throat
Bitch say I'm trash but one taking them notes
Live at yo sector and yo block be woke
Won't say he trash but he will save my quotes
Forever
Yes
I am known sometimes to go off the dome
My thoughts complex bend your mind like some foam
Sleep in vlone while I am post malone with that chrome put some lead in yo dome
Give two fucks about a comment
Gun fit up it like a bonnet
Knife in your organs your face makes mе vommit
Commit to a style please rap thеn you on it
Vernacular vast the math teacher astonished
C'mere

Verse 2:
Heed this shit, but this shit is not a diss
One my songs got more than your 'tire dis
Graphic your death hitting licks you get hit
Endagerment
'cause we out here movin' reckless

Fuck what I say I'm out here getting paid
Live with my niggas we outside your gate
Jasmine tommorow and Bella today
While you pray to safe face or to look a sane way

Dont' like to hear what the haters say drop some bread real quick
Maybe on a clip better for your wrist
Maybe i'm just better wired for this
Half of your music sound like you got lisp
1080 on my vocal they don't need a crisp
I half resort to a pacific
Shit from no bitch or no jit I'm not havin' it
Pass me the blunt or the rock i'm not passin it
Member when brolys only song was amythest
High out my mind I'ma fly out this world
Worried bout me worry about yo girl

Bro put some gas in your lungs
Then come back have you thinking in tongues
Little girl grab your nuts then pull up
Decide if we might ruff you up
Decide if reside in we trust in the hand that might feed
In fear-
Please try to rap
Please-
Don't think that you will proceed
'cause you know that you cannot match me

Outro:
Damn damn damn *damn*
*Echo*
Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn