Get back before i blow yuh sh#t brat
I got 5 racks on my dick while i whip fast
Duckin all these n#gg#s cuz i rlly made the forecast
Fake news but i’ll really kill a n#gg# say dat
b#tches roll my woods way fatter than they own #ss
Fk her and i flip it had her drink nut out a shot glass
I smoke the best weed here n#gg# this is no grass
And for anybody talkin but not walk-in where yuh face at
n#gg#s bein p#ss#s gotta air it out on god
Messin wit the reaper i ain’t goin in a pod
Had to use a sweeper trackin n#gg#s wit a rod
I am that n#gg# aye yes i am a god
Whatcha gonna do when my gang come n ride
You know how i play i ain’t ever do no ties
Ima str8 demon seamon comin wit a 9
I might have kill yuh if yuh b#tch is lookin fine
Survival of the fittest no i do not have no time
Ima catch a case and i will not do no time
Even pilled out b#tch im always spittin rhymes
And no matter what i do i’ve never asked for a dime
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