Lil Eazzyy – Temper (Instrumental) (Prod. By Bwolf201 & Yakree)

[Intro]
Uh, sleaze money
Yeah, go
(Thanks, Yakree)
Uh, uh, bitch

[Verse]
Pedal to floor, watch me get loose (Skrrt)
Switch on the back of a ‘Vet (Uh, grrt), goofy lil’ boy better move (Bitch)
I was right back to the trap everyday right as soon as I got outta school (For real)
Why the fuck would I go beef on on the ‘net when we really using our tools? (Huh? Nigga)
Every new year, boy, my crib done got bigger (No cap)
Next thing, I’ma cop me a Richard (Huh?)
I gotta shit on them niggas that said I wouldn’t make it, I bet they ain’t making no skrilla (Fuck ’em)
No cap, boy, this shit done got realer, you niggas still making them Trillers (Huh?)
The ‘Raq a turn you to a killer, I madе it out, I’m a winner
That thin line look a lil’ thinner (Yеah), I really been tryna just hold in my temper (Oh, yeah)
I got a amigo ‘cross state, they shippin’ burritos or we hide it in the fender (I knew it)
New lil’ ho scam and she just got an advance, say she got a couple vendors (Yeah)
Stupid lil’ boy, these ain’t regular vendors
Two pints, fifteen, bitch, I’m a wizard (A wizard)
They know who to not let get some money, it’s too late, huh? (Yeah)
Ayy, boy, I been lookin’ for yo’ ass, where my pape’? Uh (Where my pape’)
Back of the Glock to the back of the face, D.O.A. (Go)
I know they mad, I’m in this rappin’ shit, I’m finna stay (For real)
Know lil’ Perc’ can’t save a ho, bitch, no way (At all)
Bitch, this is a Fendi scarf, not a cape (Bitch)
My new lil’ bitch natural, yo’ bitch, she got lace (Ugh)
Niggas know I’ll slide back to ‘Raq, that’s any day (Let’s go, nigga)
If niggas a start poppin’ back outside, I might just swing (Skrrt)
Nigga, you not havin’ shit, I sleep in Helmut Lang
Crazy how motherfuckers get some money then they change (Fakes)
I ain’t stressing it, this AMG in sport, I switched a lane (Skrrt)
No cap, boy, patience done got low, y’all on the ‘net dick sucking for follows
Couldn’t be me, care less, need guapo, touch my skrilla, better duck yo’ taco
G19, turn his top into nachos, I got no love for bop hoes
Gettin’ a crate like hittin’ the lotto, new straps, new GATs, bitch, the block on (Valid)
[Outro]
New straps, new GATs, bitch, the block on
Damn, on fonem
Fah, damn
Go, sleazy on it, CEO, BEO shit, nigga, I’ma be a real wiz
CEO, yeah, nigga
Fonem