Yung Rare - AILEEN Lyrics

First off
I don't talk a lot I
Stupid
I had to run 'em over
Bitch
I'm so high I'm f*ckin paralyzed
I'm itchin' tryna flip sum
F*ck sober, Bitch
I been workin' on myself
Got a few boxes ain't ticked yet, thoughts ain't shelved
Off the record, imma hit ya
Had to line him up
Gave yo boy a mothaf*ckin Kennedy cut
Who, Shot ya
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Click) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who, Shot ya
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Click) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who
I wish a nigga mothaf*ckin would
Round me, these niggas tend to die tho
Had to flee the scene
He just tried to chase a bag, but he went out so sad
Man he went out so sad
You should have tapped out
This is where your face connect with fist, motherf*cker
This is why you don't amount to shit, motherf*cker
You are not as dangerous as this, motherf*cka
How you let them treat you like a bitch, motherf*cker
I thought you had some shooters bruh
You ain't shootin none
Niggas losers, huh
Rockets from Iraq
FGM-148
Send 'em f*cking back
Hit 'em from the bushes, f*ckin' Javelin attack
Round me, these niggas tend to die tho
Had to flee the scene
He just tried to chase a bag, but he went out so sad
Man he went out so sad
I cannot smoke enough
I cannot f*ck enough
Bitch I got rich so I can play with f*ckin guns for fun
I can't associate with niggas who don't stand for nun
How the f*ck you think you standin' up
Man he ain't he ain't standin' up
Who, Shot ya
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Clack) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who, Shot ya
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Clack) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who
I wish a nigga mothaf*ckin would
Round me, these niggas tend to die tho
Had to flee the scene
He just tried to chase a bag, but he went out so sad
Man he went out so sad