Watch Ya Corners
Yeah you caught me, this ain’t got no hook
It ain’t need one
But FYI it’s called
Watch ya corners
U promised I could trust you then you stabbed me in the back
I ain’t disappointed, bitch nigga I’m mad
Hop yo out the foreign, wit a glove and a gat
You better dodge these bullets, better duck like Aflac
Better watch ya back, pop ya hood like hatchback
Trigger finger itchy, I might need to scratch that.
Michael Jackson bad, juice wrld sad
Swallowed by anxiety, I need to Backtrack
Strapped up, capped up wit a big beam
Stacked up, raf’ed up was a big dream
Act up, gassed up wit some mid green
Pay the price, Stand up, but i still lean
Hey advice, I don’t really need an answer
Hate the sight, but I’m sick like I got cancer
Stay the night, You h.. h... ho like I’m Santa
Play it right, twist it tight, like a Fanta
Aye bruh, what the fuck is up wit hatas
Hatas come in different sizes, bitches come in flavors
Aye bruh, what the fuck is all this anger
I hate love, momma shoulda stabbed me wit a hanger
Aye bruh, why can’t you chill out
Aye bruh, I cant help it when I’m down
Aye bruh, the fuck is this sound
It’s still me, Just some new shit that I found
This shoulda ended the tape
But niggas man do I hate
All of y’all turnin fake
All of y’all showin up late.
Y’all gone know I cannot wait
I cannot take another break
All this smoke all in my face
I don’t know, I’m in a place
I think that I’m on a plane
I think that I’ve gone insane
I hope I don’t say yo name
I think that we both done changed
I think that we lost our range
I know the we ain’t engaged
But I’m standing here; stuck in a rage
Cause I ain’t seen yo face
I think that I need to go (uh huh)
I think I done lost all hope (uh huh)
I look right down this scope (uh huh)
Hit u in the nose (uh huh)
Turn straight to yo bro (uh huh)
Reaping what you sew (uh huh)
Speakin what I know (uh huh)
Bodies on the floor (uh huh)
Murder was never my goal (uh huh)
I ain’t wanna kill a soul (uh huh)
But I was feelin bold (uh huh)
Then I woke up, feel cold (uh huh)
Bend won’t break won’t fold. (Uh huh)
“Who want the smoke” (uh huh)
Who tryina smoke (uh huh)
Oo it’s time to go (uh huh)
I’m just tryina find my way back to the truth you know how I do for you