If that guy wanna chat sh#t
I’ll just wait till it’s dark and see him in the evening
Just know u ain’t doing it right, If after the fight
He’s still speaking
If i pull up outside the block, I won’t stop these shot’s
Till he’s leaking
Already burnt that bridge, But i still wanna hurt this prick
When i meet him
I got big plans and this time i ain’t leaving
Had to put some hours on the mic, Cuz they know it hit right
With what i’m preaching
Even tho back then they couldn’t give a f#ck, What i’m feeling
Ain’t bin up in the booth
For a while so i miss the scene
They said stop that grind
Now them lot tell me
I’m cold from the mouth like Listerine
f#ck them snakes I’m goin outside
I guеss man’s gotta do what it takes
It’s just me and my biggest drеam
I ain’t talking lean. Don’t sip that shein. No brand I ain’t affiliated. I ain’t talking sh#t bout ur mum but maybe the last time I got baited. I ain’t shaking shaking cakes be baking gang be hating man be skating
Rass a zoot
Cali what I’m Blazing
She sweet
Just like some glazing
Bros driving erratic
Need bands in Elastic
Pushin the p
I’m Pushin the Plastic
All this crud
Whys he Talkin the Baddest
His b#tch I done could’ve had it
He’s makin me the maddest
Won’t hesitate to
Pull up and smack him
My n#gg#
Willin for the nappings
He clame he known
All for the clappings
Slappings
Pull up on her
I know she the baddest
She’s not hesitating
At all
To grab dis
Billin a zoot
I’m billin the fattest
Billing the fattest
Tapping the baddest
She gluckin the maddest
Bucking the palace
Tuck it and dash it
Baddest
The way she works I repeat it and I slap it
Just like these drillers
I’m eating her up like a 3 Course dinner. Crusing this dinger
Im loving the high of these pingers
When I’m brucking it down
She a well known singer
People use to say
I was fat like a zinger
Making money of this pen
I’m making money offa this finger
She acting funny offa the hen
And I can’t be rising these trends
Like These washed out yutes
They’re stuck in there f#cking head
Lean cup
Guts all red
Just slide
No sled
No dingers
We was Riding peds
How many disses
5 or 10
I’ll Shine till dead
She fine but dead
Fill this bine
With lead
Takin this high
To the head
Nuttin on her spine
Her bed
Fakin a shine
Just To impress
Do more
Do less
Hit his Core
Hit His Chest
Can’t put it to rest
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