Heard that f#ckboy talking
So I catch him when they not around
Like need for speed I’m hunting
Leave that b#tch boy under underground
Got tire tread my boots you wanna press me
Keep that drum around
I get the pistol poppin’ ain’t no stopping till them body’s dropping
Always with them nonsensical excuses
Hitman my violence be ruthless
I done the bit the bullet
Give a f#ck how we do it
I’m so concluded I’m scatterbrained
And sometimes I feel lucid
I swear to God, when I’m off of all these drugs I go stupid
So what you want lil b#tch
I had enough of yo’ sh#t
Get out my crib before I lеt the bullets eat up yo ribs
You talking mad to my homiеs
Oh my God you don’t get it
I’m sending bullets that’s a slug or 5.56 to yo’ fitted
That sh#t is hot, hot
Not apologizing b#tch you b#tch you is a cop
Pocket watching waiting for the moment that I go and drop drop
Why you acting like you not gone listen to the flops
Lil b#tch, just knock it off
Like lord k I delete all my hits then
Hit the bong
All these hoes they wishy washy
Tryna touch up on my body, body
Heard that f#ckboy talking
So I catch him when they not around
Like need for speed I’m hunting
Leave that b#tch boy under underground
Got tire tread my boots you wanna press me
Keep that drum around
I get the pistol poppin’ ain’t no stopping till them body’s dropping
Always with them nonsensical excuses
Hitman my violence be ruthless
I done the bit the bullet
Give a f#ck how we do it
I’m so concluded I’m scatterbrained
And sometimes I feel lucid
I swear to God, when I’m off of all these drugs I go stupid
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