He just a p#ss# but can’t find the money
He thought he finessed but he just a lil bunny
He called me lil bro but he ain’t really funny
He kept on talking got shot in his tummy
I shot out the shots hopping like a bunny
If I find out the drop he’ll really act stupid
If I shoot up his block he really gon lose it
When we cliffed off the pack you know he got wounded
If it was me and to b#tch you know how I f#cked it
I don’t need the bullets to f#ck up yo cousins
Its me and my n#gg# you know how we hustling
I’m f#cking his b#tch she know how its bussin
She know its bussin I’m being for real
I’m smoking this pack in Beverly hills
I’m smoking the weed he poppin a pill
Do not even hit that n#gg# will kill
He got a new secret he will keep it sealed
If I set off the pack he hang it like hangers
He dont need the money b#tch this is a banger
He act like he know me but he just a stranger
I keep that stick and its built like a hanger
That n#gg# salty chill with that anger
Or you rip you up like a piece a paper
I shot em in the head gave em a taper
I feel like Kobe I’m up in the Lakers
You mad you down bad you is a hater
Then shot em in the jaw he said “it felt like a Jawbreaker”
Haha lets go haha gang whole freestyle lets go
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