Kil - FOR FUCK’S SAKE! lyrics

[Hook] For fu*k’s sake's How many bucks I make in one day? Some say, I’m making too much for me to complain Must say, they mess with my peace, or call it feng shui They acting like they shooting that piece, we call it pump fake For fu*k’s sake Oh lord, for fu*k’s sake How many bucks can you make in just like one day? For fu*k’s sake Oh lord, for fu*k’s sake Can they leave me alone for just like one day? [Verse] One shorty stick by my side, we call her scotch tape Boy, you know they tripping, like tennis shoes when they unlaced Some days, I wanna go lay, maybe just sunbathe Man, they think I’m tweaking like Kendrick, ‘cause hoe that blunt laced A lot to you, ain’t sh*t to me, it’s more like chump change You acted like a bum your whole life, I thought that chumps change? Drug free, ‘cause I can’t imagine the look on mums face If she ever heard that the popo brought me to upstate Abstain, from taking bumps or smoking palm trees But it’s hard for me to get out of this sh*t, like cum stain I cannot control it like, see, I’m tryna cut and paste To me it can’t be done, like trying to make a puppet sing Popping beans, mixed with the lean, it make my stomach sting I’m extinct, when I’m in heaven the angels hum in sync b*tch I been going through things, I look I be rummaging Picking up the pack from the plug when I walk in something stink The sh*t that smell like kitten piss Rolling up a joint with the paper I write my writtens with sh*t too hot to handle, need gloves or oven mittens, b*tch We make a fu*king X out the hoe, like using knitting sticks Your b*tch on my wishlist Looking like Christmas sh*t isn’t working, like dating long distance Or running a mile with torn meniscus I’m bout to pop like cystic zits and Killer assassin, village in panic Stealing the cash from villians who have it Tripping on acid, sniffing that bad sh*t Nose is dripping, dibbling and dabbling [Hook] For fu*k’s sake's How many bucks I make in one day? Some say, I’m making too much for me to complain Must say, they mess with my peace, or call it feng shui They acting like they shooting that piece, we call it pump fake For fu*k’s sake Oh lord, for fu*k’s sake How many bucks can you make in just like one day? For fu*k’s sake Oh lord, for fu*k’s sake Can they leave me alone for just like one day?