DRMLND - Fo'Say lyrics

[Verse 1: BTK] I still my rep my city boy Silver grills and fiftys boy Come get this lick Gimme henny with a gla** of ice I'm empty boy Living life, don't do to good sober But now I'm addicted boy Momma wishes her son could get up And fix his life, stop makin' the noise Like this sh** is a big waste of time Rhymin', making beats I try to excel in life I've been on my grind How long do I have to rep that eye 4 guys, all white, what a big surprise Snappin' and slappin' hoes We untouchable, pa**ive mode Don't f** with no f*ggots yo I got, Black and Gold chainz, hold up Back in the black, better back track Finna' snap back on a foe With a snap back, act fast Rap round you with a rap Finna' tap laps, ASAP flow Long Live, but I pa** that Sik on Immortal sh** Dad's that whack Mac in the black backpack Trap 1 Up I'ma stay stuck, bruh Tryna stack them racks 10 MG, seventeen years With a disease, the anxiety That dopes for all my dopamines And my way of tryna cope with these Things that keep me up f**in' freakin' Cause I'm geekin', trippin', not sleepin' right Feed the fear of my heart beat Need to steer Fight facts it's a waste of time [Hook: BTK] I, live, my, life, in these d** and bottles So, you can't tell me nothin' b**h I, live, my, life, around these addicts Bout A Dollas f**in' savage FO'SAY (x2) [Verse 2: BTK] f**, Russian I'ma be rushin' to give you a concussion I'ma be whackin' and bustin' you up Like I'm in percussion f** that discussin' There won't be no discussions I'll do you justice, must've been f**ing crazy, tryna f** with an eruption Get you abducted, murder scene All these confessions by the dozens I got so many cousins, that really dig my production I'm off track with it, back with it f*g wanna talk that smack When I backhand that crack fiend With a band My team ain't never gonna slack Every mixtape we make Really made off that gra** My past don't help me relax I need to get up out the 3-8-6 With the B.A.D before I relapse And get back to what I was doin' I'm losing it boo, off it And choosing to do something stupid Come here and get the loose on the dick Cause I've really been trippin' and stressin And yes b**h you guessed it On Vodka and Juice Obama's a douche I'm out with a deuce I'm poppa with this sh** So call me Zeus I'ma producer, I be rappin' And i'm down with the drum sticks But I'm not with the dumb sh** Dumb b**h, I'm really feelin' this Pill Got me on my IDGAF I see G's they rep B.A.D we blessed [Hook: BTK] [Verse 3: BTK] I live my life in these d** and bottles If we f**, she swallow Not down without gettin' some head What the f** you think, it's Sleepy Hallow? Preach and follow Run this sh** like Greek Apollo I live in these beats, made of lyrics I'm Ill-in-noise, no Chicago Still with the pen Despicable me, tryna kick a f**ing lick I spit then f** a verse I'm sick of tryna pick and choose I still duck a hearse, I'm such a f**in' nerd With making music, I love the words Better get with it quick Heavy, TrvpNick & SikWidIt We Bout A motha f**in' Dolla' You ain't with sh** But you bound to f**in' bother Come cop a diss [Hook: BTK]