Run it like a mosh pit
I’m totin’ all them chopsticks
Ion f#ck with op sh#t
He been talkin’ down
Boii stop it
‘Fore I grab the Glock
And I c#ck it
Lock it
Pop it
Right through yo socket
Lil’ Knottz in this f#ckin b#tch
Make a n#gg# religious if he been talkin all that sh#t
Bullet right in yo hip
That’s a hit
Like a lick
On yo b#tch
Talkin’ up in these streets
Let my gun talk first cuz he love to speak
f#ck a strap
Grab a blade
Let him leak
In the creek
Then I’m gone like shiek
Watch where you be steppin’ with me
Cuz that fall could be steep
Yeah that fall could be steep
Lil n#gg#
Lyrical n#gg#
I dissect
Like a vet
Ion rep no set
But yo fate has been met
Hit you with that f#ckin’ tech
On my hip is where it’s kept
n#gg#s can’t even make it over the f#ckin’ net
No let
Sign a check
n#gg# bet
Dissin’? You gon’ regret
So when you see me better get to duckin’
Cuz I ain’t f#ckin’ stuntin’
Pull up to yo f#ckin’ crib
b#tch you know I’m f#ckin’ rushin’
n#gg# stop f#ckin’ frontin’ yuh
Run it like a mosh pit
I’m totin’ all them chopsticks
Ion f#ck with op sh#t
He been talkin’ down
Boii stop it
‘Fore I grab the Glock
And I c#ck it
Lock it
Pop it
Right through yo socket
[[erse 2: Anternal
Okay Case Closed!
I’m in the stu they can’t help me
Anternal takin’ over like I’m Melly
My Glock’s name is Shelby
Buckin’ on this b#tch I think her name was Chelsea
Or Jenny?
Or Kelly?
And that p#ss# like jelly
Whoa
I ain’t b#tch huntin’
She gon’ check my phone cuz she said she don’t trust me
Change the passcode lul b#tch I ain’t a dummy
On the ft said she want it in her tummy
I don’t speak lul b#tch it ain’t up for discussion
Don’t waste my time if you ain’t about the f#ckin’
I done changed that’s why my old b#tch be trynna f#ck me
I’m switchin’ lanes I might go right for her cousin
Ring, Ring, Ring
She hit my phone about a dozen
We gon’ make it
I put life on it b#tch I promise
b#tch I promise
I put life on this sh#t
I put, aye, aye, aye
You gon’ fold
Remember all them times I was stressin’ over clothes
Now I’m in the studio with gold upon a rov
Took her to the booth and imma put it in her throat
p#ss# n#gg#s checkin’ imma turn em to a ghost
Run it like a mosh pit
I’m totin’ all them chopsticks
Ion f#ck with op sh#t
He been talkin’ down
Boii stop it
‘Fore I grab the Glock
And I ugh yo socket
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