Dry Gulch

Oh no, tell me how you feel
I thought we had a deal
I can feel the end is near
Oh no, oh
Instant panic, automatic
No sleep, I’m paranoid
Oh, tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel
I got my niggas on the corner, like it’s time now
Spinal tap, rear end, blow her back out
Mardis Gras, shirt lift, bring them racks out
Like i got a fresh cut, no cap
Thousand dollar track pants, i don’t run track
She’s a nut sucker, blood sucker, Count Drac
Like i work at Ikea, i count racks
Find some purple, I’ma pour it until i black
She wanna fit in my schedule
She wanna live in my bedroom
That pussy drip, gotta reupholster the seats
If you let me fuck your girlfriend, I might just rap on your beats
I rock a red bottom sneaker, look like an upside down cleat
I don’t take no bitch to Nobu, but i let her eat raw meat
She trynna fineness a sleep, thousand thread count in my sheets
If he find out you with me, he 'gon scream like Meek
She sayin' she fell in love
I can’t believe
It’s three feet, not that deep
Know i made it out the mud, he could be just like me
I put you in a penthouse and and take you out the streets