(Uhh) them n#gg#s be rapping them n#gg#s be scared
Don’t get them hype them n#gg#s gone be dead
He want beef won’t have em no legs
Trynna get him a gun like break his legs
Got 556 my ar p pistols
You ain’t gotta worry we will get right with you
This sh#t so fast every bullet gonna hit you
And that ugly #ss b#tch not gonna miss you
Take down that b#tch n#gg#s against me
He trynna rap beef but not in the streets
Changing theses n#gg#s like I change my cleats
Im of the trap everyday of the week
If I go broke ima creep where you sleep
Trynna get it with mе you gonna lay where you be
Dumb #ss n#gg# don’t comе where we be
Im in the trench with a drake in the sheets
Your homie a rat he probably telling on me
Lame #ss n#gg#s from six and the p
I got some sh#t that shoot 223’s
He gonna fall on his knees
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