I have to warn you: Speak ill of me not
I got 2 firearms concealed on each arm and you’re about get shot
I’ll be posted up and around your block
I’m on a rampage and I can’t be stopped
So back up off me like I back up off your thot
Because when we met in the club, I actually thought that she was hot
But yo, let me give you the benefit of the doubt, yea?
But that’s the sentiment covering your outs, yea?
You had the the etiquitte to have fled from your lover’s route, yea?
And your venemous pessimisms hover like clouds, yea?
