Hating on da squad
You should never swear to god
U should fall right to ur knees
And beg the lord to kill u off
Siren stone cold
For yall p#ss#s acting buck
Come catch a stun hoe
They say siren u yous a beast
I’m like hold up
Only see in infer red
You outa luck
Don’t try to jump the wagon b#tch
You’ll catch a slug
You don’t want nun, but I want sum
b#tch Like what the f#ck
Texas bread I’m heating up
See a mutha f#cka , he a lame so point him out
He’s dead mutha f#cka
Got yo grave , it’s dug on out
I’m feeling stout
What’s the count
Ur luck is fading
It’s in a drought
I’m Killing hoez
Touch screen / dmt needa mouse ..lol hah
I’m on my couch
I hit the da dank I start to slouch
Your girls a champ .my duck is still up in her mouth
I turned her out
Dead pimping . I’m about to f#ck these hoes and then I
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