Roll back shells unload to yo face ugh
Theres a snitch commence in the race ugh
Dont trip, gotta tie yo lace ugh
f#ckin b#tches, they see me they chase yuh
Dont dont dont tell me sh#t ugh
You a b#tch, go down and sit ugh
Have a fit like a muh f#ckin kid uhh
Dont scream when i chop at yo wrist yuh
Gift shots like im muh f#ckin santa
Spill red like strawberry fanta
She got crabs, she a muh f#ckin cancer
f#ck me, she a muh f#ckin dancer
You make sh#t, when i set trends and
I got the crew you got zero friends
Shot multiple times at yo men
Dont come after me if you can’t take the heat
Spit fire they call me the heater
Got yo b#tch sittin in my 2seater
Shot you twice, blood loss 2 litres
You got blood stains on my white beater
f#ck you and yo muh f#cking team
f#ck, all of yo gang just want part of the scene
f#ck, respect is something that should be redeemed
So why is a b#tch like you comin for me…
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