"Happy Volts Asylum" lyrics
Catch me in the block, prolly creepin' wit' my kinfolk
Posted wit' a Glock, we gon' see if you a bitch though
If it ain't wit' the stick, prolly hit 'em wit' the pistol
Gun ain't in my name, what you think I got a bitch for?
Damn, what you mean you never seen a dead body?
Pussy motherfucka, I could turn that shit into a hobby
You should look into my eyes, what you see when the demons rise?
Thoughts of suicide, feel the vibe, from the half alive
Post up wit' yo' bitch she said I'm fly just like a eagle
She done hopped up in my whip, said let's do somethin' that's illegal
Now we on vacation, no calls taken, me and rats no relation
Now she naked, don't mistake it, guess what's next no conversation
She know wit' persuasion, I'ma get her what she need
And her friend she Southeast Asian, damn she said that we should meet
Look girl just please excuse me, I'm still woozie off that drank, and that uzi
Got her friends in a jacuzzi, what you thank? That's a movie
Your girl wanna choose me that make you look like a clown
While I'm bumpin' li'l boozie screamin' "I'm on wipe me down"
Motherfucker wait, fuck up out my face, all that actin' fake
Eat you motherfuckers off my plate, that's a piece of cake
Christian Dior on her bag, gotta play it right
Doors suicide, like my thoughts, when it's late at night
Took your bitch so fast, you want her back? Boy, you just S.O.L
She text that you wack, I respond back like girl that's LOL
Hustlin' yo' momma cause I know her and I know her well
Guess I'm going home when you tell me that I can go to hell
But I'm on a mission of wisdom, better duck I hit wit' precision
You motherfuckas just wishin', that you could fuck up this vision
But I'm on a mission of wisdom, better duck I hit wit' precision
You motherfuckas just wishin', that you could fuck up this vision
Posted wit' a Glock, we gon' see if you a bitch though
If it ain't wit' the stick, prolly hit 'em wit' the pistol
Gun ain't in my name, what you think I got a bitch for?
Damn, what you mean you never seen a dead body?
Pussy motherfucka, I could turn that shit into a hobby
You should look into my eyes, what you see when the demons rise?
Thoughts of suicide, feel the vibe, from the half alive
Post up wit' yo' bitch she said I'm fly just like a eagle
She done hopped up in my whip, said let's do somethin' that's illegal
Now we on vacation, no calls taken, me and rats no relation
Now she naked, don't mistake it, guess what's next no conversation
She know wit' persuasion, I'ma get her what she need
And her friend she Southeast Asian, damn she said that we should meet
Look girl just please excuse me, I'm still woozie off that drank, and that uzi
Got her friends in a jacuzzi, what you thank? That's a movie
Your girl wanna choose me that make you look like a clown
While I'm bumpin' li'l boozie screamin' "I'm on wipe me down"
Motherfucker wait, fuck up out my face, all that actin' fake
Eat you motherfuckers off my plate, that's a piece of cake
Christian Dior on her bag, gotta play it right
Doors suicide, like my thoughts, when it's late at night
Took your bitch so fast, you want her back? Boy, you just S.O.L
She text that you wack, I respond back like girl that's LOL
Hustlin' yo' momma cause I know her and I know her well
Guess I'm going home when you tell me that I can go to hell
But I'm on a mission of wisdom, better duck I hit wit' precision
You motherfuckas just wishin', that you could fuck up this vision
But I'm on a mission of wisdom, better duck I hit wit' precision
You motherfuckas just wishin', that you could fuck up this vision
