(Sting like a bee)
Gyal wan’ show their twerkin’ ability
Opps wan’ rid of me, threats say killin’ me
Police sick of me, feeling’s mutual
Feds on the block, suspicious activity
Get ’round there, cause casualties
Tragedies, free AR from the majesties
(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)
You don’t wan’ get bun by the fours
Get slapped by the dots, get stung by the scorps’
Let’s tour, I’m grippin’ my sword
S took it off safety, S just put it in sport
Circle the prey, live drills, I’m Michael Myers
Leave that scene like a scеne from Saw
That was his final destination, left his camp, can’t say no morе
Cah the rest is history, left in the past
Hell break loose when I put on this mask
Bae, how your waist so slim with so much ass?
And you’re bad with so much class
Girl bad and boujee, tightest coochie, drop dead gorgeous dressed in Gucci
Golden booty, put two hands on the boot and make her scream Sus like a groupie
Got-Got sticks, we fill it with stones
Hit wigs, we drill it to kill it then go
Got a young G’s doing up trap
I gave him my shank, like go do drilling and go
You know, I done had the golden boot
‘Till Broadday score, gotta give it to bro
I smoke mans cro and get in my zone
Smoke mans cro and get in my zone
Gyal wan’ show their twerkin’ ability
Opps wan’ rid of me, threats say killin’ me
Police sick of me, feeling’s mutual
Feds on the block, suspicious activity
Get ’round there, cause casualties
Tragedies, free AR from the majesties
Bro came out for a mazzaline
Fill these magazines, run, get burnt like calories
Gyal wan’ show their twerkin’ ability
Opps wan’ rid of me, threats say killin’ me
Police sick of me, feeling’s mutual
Feds on the block, suspicious activity
Get ’round there, cause casualties
Tragedies, free AR from the majesties
Bro came out for a mazzaline
Fill these magazines, run, get burnt like calories
When I open your head, won’t make you woke
Humpty Dumpty, spill that yolk
Just swing like pirates, sink mans boat
Ready the cannons, ahoy we go
If I’m on go then bros on go
Vice-versa, anything goes for the folk
In skengs we tote, I’m far from a joke
If Broadday rolls then you’re gonna turn ghost
I’ll drill at a n#gg# for free, but if he got bread then his head that I’m toastin’
Drills in jail, just call my phone
Like free [?], he’s roastin’
Splash and brag, love boastin’
Show your emotions, get the ding dong in motion
Them man trollin’, it’s cool
Give us a drop like [?], we rollin’
Got new plates, it’s stolen
Don’t bring phones, it’s part of protocols like [?]
Southside got bro-bro doing cell life
He tryna hold on while I try to find new moments
My lightie keep phoning ’till she get boning
Goes to morning to moaning
Try get lit on his block for a post
Don’t die for a viral moment
Gyal wan’ show their twerkin’ ability
Opps wan’ rid of me, threats say killin’ me
Police sick of me, feeling’s mutual
Feds on the block, suspicious activity
Get ’round there, cause casualties
Tragedies, free AR from the majesties
Bro came out for a mazzaline
Fill these magazines, run, get burnt like calories
Gyal wan’ show their twerkin’ ability
Opps wan’ rid of me, threats say killin’ me
Police sick of me, feeling’s mutual
Feds on the block, suspicious activity
Get ’round there, cause casualties
Tragedies, free AR from the majesties
Bro came out for a mazzaline
Fill these magazines, run, get burnt like calories
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