Bloody face, bloody torso, I ain’t punctual
But forward slash, thru his colon, like I punch a wall
Paint his picture with his blood spray
Drag him down like AK
You can’t seem to stay on track so we keep this on replay
Woah, finna keep this sh#t on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don’t got no time for you, f#ck all that stress
b#tch, we show up at your doorstep, at your address
p#ss# talking sh#t I hit him with a .725
Talking tough till he realize that my choppa never lie
Yeah, racks coming in, racks coming in
Now they tryna be my friend
Huh, you is not my friend
And I feel like I’m Lothric hit you with the acog
These p#ss# do thе most man they really made a hatе blog
Spend all that time hating you should work on weight loss
f#ck all your stripes brah, I’m going for the 8 ball
Woah, finna keep this sh#t on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don’t got no time for you, f#ck all that stress
b#tch, we show up at your doorstep, at your address
p#ss# talking sh#t I hit him with a .725
Talking tough till he realize that my choppa never lie
Woah, finna keep this sh#t on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don’t got no time for you, f#ck all that stress
b#tch, we show up at your doorstep, at your address
p#ss# talking sh#t I hit him with a .725
Talking tough till he realize that my choppa never lie
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