〈Verse 1〉
I was walking on the streets
Got some Gucci receipts
Boy pull up, and that kid be beat
Tryna talk down, awe that’s sweet
Gon’ bruise him and then he flee
Keep the knives in the drawer of my suite
Yeah, I keep-
〈Verse 2〉
That blade on me
Talkin’ down to me and now you got a dead body
If anyone else talks they gonna be deceased
I’m puttin’ the knife in, twist it like keys
Talk mad sh#t but all you do is post a tweet
If you type another comment I’ma pull up to your street
Saw that boy, unload the magazine
You are not passin’ me
Sending negative vibrations, no 1245
I’m a guy with a Glock I do not lie
Clock go tick while you’re about to cry
Look at your body and now I watch you dieYou might also like
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