M011Y *FREESTYLE* *SLOPPED* lyrics

[Intro]
You are now entering the world inside the essence of your imagina-na-na-nation

[Verse]
Xanax instead of oxygen in a world full of these moccasins
Opsidus, exodus, Percocets, ess-nc-nc-nce, molly
Will you let a little n*gga cop an O, get drunk, then have a n*gga f*ck you in the throat? Little bit of weed
Little bit of coke, roll roads to your throat, get c*cky on the low, put a garden press copy, then post
Sextape, let's tape this sh*t, embrace this place then rape thi-thi-thi -ch
Yo, gang, this sh*t so crisp, my wrist so slit up, sh*t, I think I p*ssed or sh*t my pants
Yo' mans ain't sh*t, f*ck a b*tch, little lick, little league, little tits
Br- -eeze OD, smoke GO3, oh me, oh my, yo' ho should die
Yo' mama should've swallowed you, b*tch, please die, fist fight, die young, bee stung, tree hung, we-weed lungs
Could've been equivalent to the heroin in your medicine, better gin, meddlin', um
Could it, better, could it, done it better, whatever the weather
Yo' ho know the chatter is coming, know better, know better, know better, these n*ggas know better
I got it, I came with a n*gga, you know this, we on this we hold this they hoein'
Jehovah be hoeing, they know this, breaking my focus, these n*ggas is bogus
These n*ggas be trippin', I'm sippin' on Scotty they Pippen ya', hit you with missions
I got it, you want it, I'm puttin' you on it, my n*ggas is with me, they came with the 40's
I -ot it, I'm locking it down, came for your n*ggas, I'm f*ckin' up town
Rapin' the b*tch, rackin' up bodies and quicker than licorice, could've been vigorous
Bitter as n*ggas that hated my mother's clitoris, vigorous black baskets (Bitter as n*ggas that hated my mother's)
As vivid as black Casper who's back in the past, faster th-th- Beverly
Hate it, n*ggas be basic, n*gga, just face it
n*ggas be mellow, I hate it, I sling 'em like jello
Whatever the weather, I'm comin' with cheddar, your ho know
Hate it, b*tch, call me Lucifer the foe
-ide for the foe, aim for your feet, came with the TEC, aim for your neck
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, swear I'm the sh*t, but I be bitter-er-er-er
Hatin' the b*tch, slappin' the b*tch, di*k-slapping the b*tch
Realest n*gga out, goddamn, I'm the sh*t
b*tch, mob n*gga I'm mobbin', slumped up shawty-ty-ty
Got your b*tch, she want the 40, so I hit her with the molly
b*tch, that baby ain't mine, I ain't really 'bout the crime
I'm just really 'bout the murder, b*tch, give her f*cking time
I be out my damn mind, I be all up in my zone
Smoking zone with yo' hoe, b*tch, call me for the 40