TIIGRR
Get the f#ck up
Talkin sh#t get the cash
I’m in the trap with the f#ckin stacks
Drum mags on a f#ckin Glock
Shoot a {?}
If he talkin sh#t {?}
Get punched in yo face don’t tell me to stop it
{?} you get f#cked
.223’s {?}
I’m f#ckin yo b#tch and she liked it
Sendin me nudes yeah I was right there
{?} in the sacks
Suck on my dick {?}
p#ss# boy it’s a fact
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It’s-It’s dark in the night so I got me black nine
I pistol whip him gone give him a black eye
I tow these guns b#tch I look like a bad guy
b#tch I do them drive by’s
T-Tyin the hands with a zip tie
Lettin the glicks slide
1234 shots with the Glock 9
b#tch I have been in thе sh#t {?}
f#ckin with all the narcotics
{?} if I seen it I bought it
f#ck with the gang then i’m takin you hostagе
12 pull us over got ice in my pocket
Press on the gas bi-b#tch we is not stoppin
Pistol i’m cockin
All of these p#ss# #ss rappers be flaugin
Pool of blood stain on yo carpet
All on yo head b#tch I mark it
{?} of this green you would think I was farmin
I pull out the strap then I shoot at my target
12 on my #ss yeah I know they be watchin
Hold up
Woah
I shoot my shot b#tch you know that’s a basket
Come to New York hoe i’m grippin the ratchet
{?} you end up with casket
{?} faggots
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