Lo Thraxx - Butch Armstrong lyrics

I am that n***a, rolling on that molly, cold chains looking godly Chilling like a dead body, probably crawling real slow Lean equilibrium Running off of pure self-esteem and adrenaline You can hear me coming like a windbreaker jumpsuit Jump threw hoes like dogs do hula-hoops Whoop de whoop stunting on these b**hes cause that's what I do (?) merking things to the game, buts that's nothing new Bumping master P and C murder that T-R-U Meet a freak beat the freak grab my keys we are through Drop top John F k**ing these boys They say these b**hes choosing but they never had a choice The money in my pocket makes her ill nana moist And I throw it in her throat until the b**h lose her voice And f**ing with my team get them ninjas deployed But f**ing with my cream get yo village destroyed [And I'm gone] x12 (chopped and screws) And I'm back at it addicted to bad habits Crack addicts ain't obsessed with crack like I am with this rapping Get it snapping like poetry, n***as know its me I told ya G don't expose her its over as soon as she close to me Blow trees like a veteran I get so high off Xanax and Chronic to the point I need medicine Reverence intervention mentally abusing sh** Had to step on in cause these rap n***as ain't doing it Put a tracker on my mind b**h I'm losing it Can tell its new cause a n***a always cooling it Word to Virgin Mary you ain't f**ing with me It's scary cause these hater n***as f**ing with me They can't ignore the truth, monkey see monkey do But they sh**ting while they looking see Guerillas coming through I'm higher than the hand on Hitler f**ing with the game breaking it down like a swisher…..n***a [And I'm gone] x12