Shoto Young - BallistiC Lyrics

I cannot chill with these hoes, but they're f*ckin' with my flow I don't care what they be doin', if I'm gonna do it, then I'll be losin' my soul
Just give me a minute, I'm about to go ballistic and go beat this motherf*ckin' kitty I'm about to go unpoppin' like I am the face of my city
Stinkin' and smokin' for the copin', I'm done with the drinkin' I'm not a pillboy, you're a cocaine, I'm in love with the sinkin
I do this shit for real with no fear, I know my time is tickin' I can feel it comin' near, isn't it weird? I don't really f*ckin' care, go ahead and f*ckin' stare, bitch, I dare you

Call for anything I care for, no hesitation, I want war Don't complicate it, you dumb whore, you can be feelin' regret, therefore
F*ckin' with G, I do not recommend, unless you wanna be like one of my friends With a gun aiming at your head, now you dead, heard what I said, now you dead
LOL, I'm dead, you want it, I get it, I don't even sweat it All in my business, you and I killed this, I'm in the building, spillin' my feelings
I wanna feel shit, I wanna feel big, I wanna get lit, don't wanna hear shit I wanna sabotage, can I tip and toss? What's inside of my dome? I've been torn apart

But that's alright, as long as I got the weed on my side Got all my guys right up behind me, they done been tootin' with everything by me
Know what to do, I am enlightening, follow me, baby, even though it's frightening I know I'm crazy, but I am exciting
I cannot chill with these hoes, but they f*ckin' with my flow I don't get what you be doin', if I were to do it, then I would be losin' my soul
So I study, so I can be somethin', I cannot be nothin', I don't give a ben-go

I'ma be hittin' my moves, I'ma end up on the news I'ma hit you with a voodoo, I'ma make your booty move too
I'ma f*ck that you are good to, with a guy you are not used to, oh boo-hoo
You ain't nothin' dummy, you ain't f*ckin' funny, you is f*ckin' bummy, not by the clothes By the way you treatin' yours, oh I'm sure
That Christian Dior, pullin' new hoes right through the door, but I'm tellin' you bro, they can't go, cause they diggin

I can never f*ck a snitch bitch, you get a hit and I won't miss Not by a stick, by a big dick, then I'm bout to leave you real quick
I gotta tip bitch, I gotta scram, I gotta hustle, so I'm not caught by my main thing cause
She really think I'm a dubber, she don't know how much I love her
Give me her act, get ripped by my number, hittin' me back, leave her undelivered, callin' me wack, y'all ain't gotta live her

Told her relax, now she's a killer, you ain't no Jack, you a real sinner, don't say I'm good, I'm a evil guy
Look under the hood, go and creep inside, me being you, I would just deny it, unless you wanna see your soul cryin
Go ahead and be my guest, don't worry for what's comin' next