Testo Ether Puma Blue

Ether

[Verse]

The beast has awoken, these niggas provoked me

The way these dykes hate me you would swear that they know me

It's crazy, but so am I so keep an open eye

Fuck the mic, cause I would kill a dyke and call it homo-cide, fucked her

You'll get punk'd like Rucker

That four-five spark like lightning but bark like thunder

Y'all rap niggas full of shit and I'm that plumber

Told your bitch come and eat this dick up like supper

I got a couple of drummers that'll pop that trunk up

And serve all you hatin' ass niggas like lunch trucks

I'm a king, this crown fit me perfect

I earned that title, I worked hard, that's why I deserve it

For 12 years tryna get behind from those curtains

I was gay for a reason, I believe this was my purpose

These niggas is nervous, toughen up, get out your purses

I'm angry, they tryna tell me I should limit my curses, nah

I spit that ether, I sip that demon, yo Tweety

Roll that reefer and spark that weed up

My haters increasing, my money increasing

I'm that tatted motherfucker that be humping your nieces

We, party all week and work on the weekend

Obey laws, man we runnin' lights, dipping and speeding

I'm 23, I'm living life, no longer dreaming

I was depressed, popping pills, now I no longer need 'em

You know my style, four braids, gold grill, and a beater

I fuck with your soul like ether, snapback and some sneakers

5K for a feature, call Jason to reach us

Fuck this bitch in the bleachers, she the twin of Aaliyah

Hair long like Selena, but her name is Katrina

Ass fat like Serena, set it off like Latifah

Shit the bitches you be fucking, they look like Felicia

I bring that raw shit, I'm a problem

You put the love in hip hop like Stevie and Jocelyn

My niggas is banging them hammers like sorry your honor

Serving that ganja, cooking Madonna like Benihanas

If they ain't beside us then they behind us

We ahead, and I can get that from your mama

I fuck with your soul like ether, throw it back like a beeper

Go deeper and deeper, bust a nut then I leave her

They been sleeping on the kid for a while

It's crazy, it's more people reaching out out of town

Don't get me wrong, I know the Brook forever holding me down

But where's promoters from my city? I don't see them around

Where they atà the people saying I'm bringing hip hop back

They fiending, arms itching cause I spit that crack

They need it, like an alcoholic needing his Jack

I think these niggas is afraid to see a dyke on the map

I'm disrespectful, yeah I might have your wife on my lap

Or on her knees, now my Tommy boxers covered in mac

Lipstick, her ass feel like a big ass biscuit

I like 'em thim slick, when I hug her I grip it

This her ain't nothing new, I been lit like incense

A pretty ass dyke, got more hoes than Christmas

But don't get it confused, naw homie don't twist it

Cause this 32 will have 'em shook up like Bisquick

I don't always want to bring it to violence

So I'ma spit that real shit, you know, kick 'em some knowledge

RIP to all my niggas gone, moment of silence

Live every day like it's your last cause tomorrow ain't promised

Free all my niggas locked down, serving time in them boxes

To single mothers out working, putting checks in they pockets

To all the youth that graduated, now headed to college

To all the rappers out grinding, keep going, you got it

To all my gays struggling, still stuck in the closet

Just come out, be you, never try to disguise it

To all my trap niggas trapping, cooking and chopping

Watch for them snitch niggas ratting, giving names to the coppers

Do anything you want to do, you got plenty of options

I'm sending rappers to god, make 'em die from these bars

Tell 'em step to the kid, give a fuck who you are