Testo Cartridge

Is it me?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah

Picture me rollin' somethin' in a blunt (Yeah)
Open it up, pick apart what's makin' up the guts (Yeah) Pass it around, make sure everybody get it once (Woah)
Trippin' off of whoever bet I'd ever give it up (Bow!)
Stumblin' out the front door, lacin' up shoes
I got shit I gotta get done today, I'm making the news
It's a lot you prolly hear about me, none of it's true
'Cause what they said isn't enough, pussy, it's worse, fuck you
Yeah

Fuck what thеy want me to do to roll it out (Woah, woah)
Bag up the money, pussy, thе full amount (Woah, woah)
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (Woah, woah)
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount (Bow, bow)
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (Yeah) Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Uh, I put down the static, I don't want it (Yeah)
'Cause if I go to jail, I come out dumpin' out the cartridge (Bap)
Hangin' out the window yellin', "Fuck the whole game" (Yeah)
Let 'em pull up at the crib and dot a fucking family name (Yeah)
Eulogies and twitter posts, "They died too young" (Ah)
We'll blame it on who taught 'em how to hold they fuckin' tongue (Yeah)
Shit that I invested in was built for poppin' lungs
Told 'em jump! Motherfucker, jump!
Duck and fuckin' run (Run, yeah)

Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (Woah, woah)
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount (Woah, woah)
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (Woah, woah)
Bag up the money, pussy, the full amount (Bow, bow)
Check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Still standin' and rubber bandin' the bank account (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Scene been rottin' from the inside out
I'm still fuckin' up the piece until we both dried out
I hated every fuckin' word that ever fell out they mouth
I wish you all the fuckin' worst, could give a fuck what you 'bout
Pussy, die (Die), tell 'em die (Die), don't ever bring it outside (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' riled up I hope you try (Yeah)
This for every artist ever looked me in my eyes
I see the bitch in you
Bow, motherfucker! Die slow
Yeah

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow!
Bitch