b#tch i ain’t come up in here for nothing
Ima grab the 40 get to busting
Come and get your shawty cuz she f#cking
Got the stick on me even when i’m in public
I bet them seven dot six twos will go right through you
I’m the chopp guru b#tch i feel like shaka zulu
Knocking on your front door with the choppa how do you do
b#tch this lean inside my cup this ain’t no prune juice
I just busted down both wristes
Now this b#tch gon blow me kisses
Sippin wok with no prescription
Get to switching up my diction
Glock got a switch but i’ll never switch up
And i love to sip lean
I can’t ever kick this cup
Bro looked hungry when he died the way he bit the dust
Got a louis v suit and put diamonds in the cuffs
If any body offa molly i’m the first one
Op got hit three time
b#tch i used a burst gun
All of hell’s demons sweating
I’m the worst one
I’m not worried about dying until i get this verse done
I’m an artist with that ammo
I’m like van gogh
From the jungle
b#tch i’m rambo
Face mask be all camo run up in yo bando
Heat hot need a mitten when i pop out with that smithen
He ain’t want it he ain’t listen
Now him and his mans is missing
sh#t can be a dirty business
Bro got locked caught a sentence
He got caught up by forensics
Lucid4life : (hook)
b#tch i ain’t come up in here for nothing
Ima grab the 40 get to busting
Come and get your shawty cuz she f#cking
Got the stick on me even when i’m in public
I bet them seven dot six twos will go right through you
I’m the chopp guru b#tch i feel like shaka zulu
Knocking on your front door with the choppa how do you do
b#tch this lean inside my cup this ain’t no prune juice
Sippin on some sh#t that can slow time
4 lines knock you on your #ss like a clothesline
Shoot them with revolver just for old times sake
Heard your tape homie you can’t get a co-sign
I came in here to get some money and to bust some heads
Make an op drop dead like his name fred
They be capping why the f#ck you gotta lie craig
I grab the heat and turn his brain into a fried egg
They call me mister f#ck your b#tch
Think my choppa got a lisp because that m#th*rf#ck*r spit
Think my chop could drop a hit because that b#tch is known to spit
I gotta stick on the left and right i call that b#tch a twix
I’m sippin on that wok this ain’t no robutussin
Might be sippin on act
I’m on the floor i’m sleeping i’m sleeping
Got a beam in my hand
I got my shooters creeping
Lucid4life : (hook)
b#tch i ain’t come up in here for nothing
Ima grab the 40 get to busting
Come and get your shawty cuz she f#cking
Got the stick on me even when i’m in public
I bet them seven dot six twos will go right through you
I’m the chopp guru b#tch i feel like shaka zulu
Knocking on your front door with the choppa how do you do
b#tch this lean inside my cup this ain’t no prune juice
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