Aye, braveheart sh#t
317
Automatic rounds shoot from the magazine
n#gg# act up, catch a clip like magazine
He want smoke he get pump like gasoline
Want a rap war, I could battle a team, aye
Full metal jacket n#gg#, finna jack a n#gg#
Blue screen error n#gg#, this some terror n#gg#
Pull up with dem terriers n#gg#, ugh
We finna bury ya n#gg#, ugh
You ain’t fresh as f#ck, f#ck n#gg# nah
Yous a carrier n#gg#, aye
Closed off, trust no opp
We globe-trot so don’t cross
Ask a grown man for some head, f#ck around
Instead it get blown off
Yeah
Yeah
It’s a cold zone when no one’s home
And you f#cked up cuz you all alone
You trust none on some Styrofoam
A real b#tch never text your phone
It’s a cold zone when no one’s home
And you f#cked up cuz you all alone
You trust none on some Styrofoam
A real b#tch never text your phone
It’s a cold zone when no one’s home
And you f#cked up cuz you all alone
You trust none on some Styrofoam
A real b#tch never text your phone
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Finna black on a b#tch like Outer space
Finna tax on the rich cuz I’m out of state
Take your golds and your soul
All you new rappers sound out of date
Bang it on ’em like Giannis
Still want the ring going Harden, ugh
You will get screwed in H-Town
Since we came with the Rockets
Strap my Glock then I c#ck it
On some dyke sh#t like on Dyckman
That’s some Young M.A sh#t
Burn a p#ss# skull red like Rodman
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