He was out of wordsÂ…exactly what's the problem is

It took me likea like quiet boost a little piece of 
candy from your favorite neighborhood corner store 
sugar, soda shorty, we, heavy breaded to carry a bare 
soul saved they didn't have the thing to do it. Can't 
balm me cause you look can't name me cause you shook. 
Took over some whip protect state and you can't walk 
fucker now I mean walk makes you look like your white 
in a Harlem shacking contest. I hone this to find this 
so close to find' this fuck very I'll mannered don't 
start with spank.

Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me 
what it look like tell me what it is.
Oh ease up mother fucker take a breath, what will it be 
I'm more than more than less
Oh ease up mother fucker take a breath, what will it be 
now, now suggest you take a rest

Can't say what I will or won't do it's just the hate 
that you'll might want to stay on your toes to
Secure a valvoof a scope as you concisely new to assume 
why you want to see the feeling and music. My past is a 
broken sham and dust but my guts don't even believe me. 
She don't even believe me it's like a you can't see me. 
I got a whole nother study that I'm constantly feeling 
nothing much that's to ever to such touch, such so much 
to clean nuttun but butt nigga I'm really touched.

What was I drinkin? 

What was he thinking? 

Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me 
what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it 
look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like 
tell me what it is, tell me with it. I'm sick wit it I 
stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get 
wit it.

Now tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell 
me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with 
it. I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all 
these niggas gonna get wit it.

Now tell me what it looks like tell me what it is tell 
me what it looks like tell me what it is

[sit the fuck ain't no dancing no dancing]

My tongues' the drum my minds a machine nor it's grime 
fantastic extremes fall victim to the stank tank M16, 
sound shot fix fit crease grease they clean

My tongues' the drum my minds a machine nor it's grime 
fantastic extremes fall victim to the stank tank M16, 
sound shot fix fit crease grease they clean

Tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me 
what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it 
look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like 
tell me what it is, tell me with it. I'm sick wit it I 
stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get 
wit it.

Now tell me what it look like tell me what it is, Tell 
me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with 
it. I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all 
these niggas gonna get wit it wit wit wit wit wit wit 
wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit. I'm sick wit it I 
stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get 
wit it. I'm sick wit it
I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna 
get wit it