Ay
What
Yuh
Shawty she an angel
I'm a mof*ckin' demon
Leave a bitch screamin
Rippin' off the sheets, yeah
I swear ain't nobody really do it like me
I swear ain't nobody do it like me, yeah
You shouldn't be
Fighting
Or get struck like lightning
It seems like they're only good at
Writing
Typing
Don't go out at night
Type thing
Yuh
Ay
Bite in on my enemies
Volatile tendencies
I was just a kid in the streets
Getting felonies
And now I made a hobby
Out of making all these melodies
And all these f*cking flows
Yeah, you know I gotta blow
We not the guys to hit licks
But if you keep talking shit
Then you get hit
Not complicated
All these drugs got me
Intoxicated
Can't continue tho
Gotta concentrate
Ain't got time for these games that you all play
Ain't got time for these things that you all say
I'm on my grind
I'm going crazy in my own lane
You hella slow, hella slow, hella
Y'all sleepin while I write these flows
Thinkin bout hoes while I'm thinkin bout goals
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
Y'all faker than a plastic rose
You know I stand on my shit, ten toes
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
I guess that's how it
Bite in on my enemies
Volatile tendencies
I was just a kid in the streets
Getting felonies
And now I made a hobby
Out of making all these melodies
And all these f*cking flows
Yeah, you know I gotta blow
We not the guys to hit licks
But if you keep talking shit
Then you get hit
Not complicated
All these drugs got me
Intoxicated
Can't continue tho
Gotta concentrate
acidmindedjesus - Volatile Tendencies Lyrics
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Ay
What
Yuh
Shawty she an angel
I'm a mof*ckin' demon
Leave a bitch screamin
Rippin' off the sheets, yeah
I swear ain't nobody really do it like me
I swear ain't nobody do it like me, yeah
You shouldn't be
Fighting
Or get struck like lightning
It seems like they're only good at
Writing
Typing
Don't go out at night
Type thing
Yuh
Ay
Bite in on my enemies
Volatile tendencies
I was just a kid in the streets
Getting felonies
And now I made a hobby
Out of making all these melodies
And all these f*cking flows
Yeah, you know I gotta blow
We not the guys to hit licks
But if you keep talking shit
Then you get hit
Not complicated
All these drugs got me
Intoxicated
Can't continue tho
Gotta concentrate
Ain't got time for these games that you all play
Ain't got time for these things that you all say
I'm on my grind
I'm going crazy in my own lane
You hella slow, hella slow, hella
Y'all sleepin while I write these flows
Thinkin bout hoes while I'm thinkin bout goals
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
Y'all faker than a plastic rose
You know I stand on my shit, ten toes
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
I guess that's how it
Bite in on my enemies
Volatile tendencies
I was just a kid in the streets
Getting felonies
And now I made a hobby
Out of making all these melodies
And all these f*cking flows
Yeah, you know I gotta blow
We not the guys to hit licks
But if you keep talking shit
Then you get hit
Not complicated
All these drugs got me
Intoxicated
Can't continue tho
Gotta concentrate
What
Yuh
Shawty she an angel
I'm a mof*ckin' demon
Leave a bitch screamin
Rippin' off the sheets, yeah
I swear ain't nobody really do it like me
I swear ain't nobody do it like me, yeah
You shouldn't be
Fighting
Or get struck like lightning
It seems like they're only good at
Writing
Typing
Don't go out at night
Type thing
Yuh
Ay
Bite in on my enemies
Volatile tendencies
I was just a kid in the streets
Getting felonies
And now I made a hobby
Out of making all these melodies
And all these f*cking flows
Yeah, you know I gotta blow
We not the guys to hit licks
But if you keep talking shit
Then you get hit
Not complicated
All these drugs got me
Intoxicated
Can't continue tho
Gotta concentrate
Ain't got time for these games that you all play
Ain't got time for these things that you all say
I'm on my grind
I'm going crazy in my own lane
You hella slow, hella slow, hella
Y'all sleepin while I write these flows
Thinkin bout hoes while I'm thinkin bout goals
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
Y'all faker than a plastic rose
You know I stand on my shit, ten toes
I guess that's how it goes, how it rolls
I guess that's how it
Bite in on my enemies
Volatile tendencies
I was just a kid in the streets
Getting felonies
And now I made a hobby
Out of making all these melodies
And all these f*cking flows
Yeah, you know I gotta blow
We not the guys to hit licks
But if you keep talking shit
Then you get hit
Not complicated
All these drugs got me
Intoxicated
Can't continue tho
Gotta concentrate
Writer: Tyler Brown
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