"Monsta" lyrics
Haha
Go count my guala
I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
Haha
Go
Haha
My serotonin open dopamine the potent regime
I been in and out of this madness had this bad as a teen
You monkeys mumble eat banana clips and flip magazines
I sharpen blades inside my mind, I meditate as a fiend
Living it raw the top is popping off the needle of space
Been running in place this race I run, Seattle trapped at the gates
How we got homeless people, lethal needles, evil disgrace
Inside the same fucking city, living in it Bill Gates
I find it silly what a pity witty mouth run the race
How fucking bad does it taste
To know the crowd loves the ace
I've had myself up my sleeve
I'm playing dirty again
I'm only cheating on this bitch because she fucking pretend
That I don't know she only on my dick for pictures on gram
Fuck it man I understand
You blow up, hoes be the fans
You show up older rappers hold the actors at the neck and then bend
Snap crackle the trend
Wack rappers attempt
To call me out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Way before the days when Japmob had his hotboxed Mazda
Back when me and Sean we're copping bottles all from Target
We would roll to Bham on the LSD and prosper
Throwing up at parties where the invite wasn't offered
Drunk as fuck been fucking hoes no condom call the doctor
Doobie days with Popo in the basement of the Walkers
Sorry Mommy now I'm hardly walking, not a talker
How the fuck u think I'm getting home, off of this vodka
Running through the city degenerate getting witty
Stick a mini semi down your fucking throat if you against me
Pull the trigger, got a sliver left of patients I'll deliver
All my old girls calling, balling
Why you still bitter?
New Fade
I said it be too late
Foolish on the mixtape
Lord he know the sick ways
That I been in this cage
Every since I dropped rage
They wanted a part two
Wait for it, you got to
To call me out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Go count my guala
I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
Haha
Go
Haha
My serotonin open dopamine the potent regime
I been in and out of this madness had this bad as a teen
You monkeys mumble eat banana clips and flip magazines
I sharpen blades inside my mind, I meditate as a fiend
Living it raw the top is popping off the needle of space
Been running in place this race I run, Seattle trapped at the gates
How we got homeless people, lethal needles, evil disgrace
Inside the same fucking city, living in it Bill Gates
I find it silly what a pity witty mouth run the race
How fucking bad does it taste
To know the crowd loves the ace
I've had myself up my sleeve
I'm playing dirty again
I'm only cheating on this bitch because she fucking pretend
That I don't know she only on my dick for pictures on gram
Fuck it man I understand
You blow up, hoes be the fans
You show up older rappers hold the actors at the neck and then bend
Snap crackle the trend
Wack rappers attempt
To call me out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Way before the days when Japmob had his hotboxed Mazda
Back when me and Sean we're copping bottles all from Target
We would roll to Bham on the LSD and prosper
Throwing up at parties where the invite wasn't offered
Drunk as fuck been fucking hoes no condom call the doctor
Doobie days with Popo in the basement of the Walkers
Sorry Mommy now I'm hardly walking, not a talker
How the fuck u think I'm getting home, off of this vodka
Running through the city degenerate getting witty
Stick a mini semi down your fucking throat if you against me
Pull the trigger, got a sliver left of patients I'll deliver
All my old girls calling, balling
Why you still bitter?
New Fade
I said it be too late
Foolish on the mixtape
Lord he know the sick ways
That I been in this cage
Every since I dropped rage
They wanted a part two
Wait for it, you got to
To call me out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
Out like haha
Go count my guala
I told papa I'd be a balla
He said son I know they know nada
In come lion, income the monsta
