I guess I’ll see you in Hell too
I roll a lot of bamboo
Smoking double trees
Break it open out the damn zoo
Pay attention, all this sh#t
Ha, Brand new
Pay attention
Guess I’ll see you in Hell too
Turn the choppa’ on the mob
sh#t brave too
Made a milly f#ck a job
sh#t thank you
In my Bentley getting top
sh#t I bang too
Hit the milly f#cka’ rock
sh#t it ain’t new
Disrespectful #ss white kid
I made out the pipe sh#t
Ain’t rich, but nothing sound like this
Turned a couple dirty scripts
Into thirty bricks
f#ckin on yo’ b#tch
Steady rapping when I’m thirty six
Might of swiped a couple bands
Methods steady in demand
b#tch I’m handing out the plans
MSR is getting jammed
b#tch I’m cocky off a xan
Pull the glocky on yo’ mans
f#ck it everybody dead
Got yo pocket in my hands
f#ck around you might get scammed
Sent the link turned out they was a big fan
f#ck a body
f#ck yourself and everybody
I got a problem ain’t nobody even try to stop me
I bring the choppa’ out my aim been looking hella sloppy
I get to mopping bodies dropping
Man it’s just a hobby
I get to flipping sh#t
I’m always so ignorant
I’m posted off this pill
While you chilling on some p#ss# sh#t
I guess I’ll see you in Hell too
I roll a lot of bamboo
Smoking double trees
Break it open out the damn zoo
Pay attention, all this sh#t
Ha, Brand new
Pay attention
Guess I’ll see you in Hell too
Turn the choppa’ on the mob
sh#t brave too
Made a milly f#ck a job
sh#t thank you
In my Bentley getting top
sh#t I bang too
Hit the milly f#cka’ rock
sh#t it ain’t new
So I hit em’ slow and steady
Labels blowing up the telly
Tell em’ f#ck it I ain’t ready
Cause’ I’m staying close to Telegraph
sh#t it ain’t a couple mil’ then imma pass
Back to the crib ain’t no problem m#th*rf#ck*r
Go ahead and imma solve it
Got you all booted up
sh#t exactly what I wanted
If you can’t stand these drugs
b#tch you hopping off the handle
If you can’t feel this buzz
b#tch you prolly wearing Fila sandals
Hate the fact that you rappers are f#cking wack
Uhuh
Prolly think that’s there’s cap inside of these raps
Uhuh
No apology b#tch I’m kicking it back
Uhuh
Now I admit I might of done f#cked up sh#t
And y’all ain’t even coming close to it
But I won’t ever end up being a self snitching poet
b#tch I plead the fifth
Y’all gon’ notice this
Better keep yo eyes up off me
We gon we gon we gon
I guess I’ll see you in Hell too
I roll a lot of bamboo
Smoking double trees
Break it open out the damn zoo
Pay attention, all this sh#t
Ha, Brand new
Pay attention
Guess I’ll see you in Hell too
Turn the choppa’ on the mob
sh#t brave too
Made a milly f#ck a job
sh#t thank you
In my Bentley getting top
sh#t I bang too
Hit the milly f#cka’ rock
sh#t it ain’t new
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