Ayo, Uh
I know you attached b#tch I ain’t yo mans
Cut her off quick she actin outta hand
Bands over b#tches stickin to the plan
That n#gg# a hoe I see it in his stance
b#tch #ss n#gg# quit it you a fan
{?} You wouldn’t get a chance
I take the {?} shots to make a n#gg# dance
b#tch im loaded already so dont try
First n#gg# play with me finna be straight fire (fye fye)
Bullets gon hit you in both eyes
Now he dead on the floor and im laughing im so high
{?} Kickin in like the task force
Aye, yuh, uh
{?} Takin my damn time
{?} Her virginity what you can’t find
Not a crip but I’m throwin her hand signs
Santana, im socially-anti
Imma warn you dont come up to me or come anywhere close cause ill blow like a landline, on god
On god, On god, On god
n#gg# how many sticks? Alot
Send my n#gg#s to get yo {?} on god
On god, On god, On god
I got way too much drip no {?}
Got a beam on my stick like {?}, Yeah
Semi on me so im semi packin
Boy you said you cappin
Said yo b#tch gettin f#cked and I let it happen
Serve you up into pieces like serving fractions
Startin to thing im the best at rappin
I took your hoe then i gave that b#tch back cause i made a mistake and her head was lackin
Yuh, aye
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