(Damn this sh#t exclusive!)
Cocking back the Glock, the gat go pop, I give your mom a shag
f#ck a b#tch named Doja Cat, like $not, I got a lot of racks
f#cking up the comp, f#ck a thot, I want my brother back
RIP Chris, f#cked the wrong b#tch, he should’ve ducked the f#cking gat
Running with the Ingrids, y’all are ingrates, I put you b#tches on
Looking like a clown, walking straight out of a comic-con
Tryna diss, b#tch I think you just mad that your papa gone
You chatting with a bot, meet some b#tches, yeah I’ve met a ton
Sending threats on the internet, I follow through, f#ck NLE
Imma pull up on your b#tch and then I’ll f#ck her anally
Wearing blue Balenciagas on my feet, tryna free Melly
All these capping rappers dissing, I slap back like my name Breezy
Imma switch thе flow
Why don’t you run and get yourself some dough
Need somе tips, I’ll give your b#tch mo’
Running up on you, ditch your brains, you being slow
Call me Skies, I snatch your brains
Montero #ss, you hella gay
Fruity b#tch, keep the doctor away
You want me gone but I’m here to stay
b#tch I’m only banging with my clique
Got your b#tch sucking on my dick
Shot an opp while she ride the stick
Keep my weed inside my clip
(Outro)
If any of y’all have a problem with me, you can call my phone, at 605-475-6973
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