Bro said he ain’t have sh#t but he grew up in the suburbs
Smoking on some stinky gas it smells like burning rubber
I f#ck that b#tch but i ain’t done i wanna f#ck her mother
Glock up on my hip i shoot that b#tch i ain’t no bluffer
I heard he talking sh#t so imma make that lil boy suffer
I heard he made a diss he can’t make sh#t that b#tch a cover
All up in your sisters p#ss# she call me her lover
I run up in your house and put 2 holes in your lil brother
My b#tch hella crazy and she bad yeah i like it
Slurring on my words off this cup joe biden
I make this b#tch so wet she be calling me posеidon
These boys are bad at music all thеy know is dickriding
I could hit that hoe and f#ck that hoe yeah break her back in 2
Big mac no food kidnap some opps then stalk their crew and watch it shoot
My b#tch is bad they came in 2 balenci shoes got all my loot
f#ck that hoe we photoshoot dont want that hoe she kinda cute
Bad b#tch she wanna f#ck
She wanna f#ck with on the team yeah f#ck on the gang
“how many guns you got”
“how many bullets you got” a billion i think
Im high as f#ck pour codeine in my drink
Boujee as f#ck pour codeine on my stage
Louie and prada blueberry macerate
f#cking that hoe put my dick in her face
I know im a junkie im addicted to this lean
He talking on discord but he won’t say it to me
“i know where you live i got your ip”
Boy you think im scared leave you bleeding in the streets
I could squash your #ss just like a bug
He really think he hard i had to show him what it was
His b#tch ain’t had no sex i had to make that lil hoe nut
No i dont want that b#tch i already got my hoe sl#ts
You a sl#t you a mutt pour some mud up in my cup
No these thots i cannot cuff
Yeah this watch really dont bluff
Yeah you know you talking on the gram my gang we pulling up
Send some shots right at your house
Oops i hit your gut
Oops i hit you with my gun
I ain’t mean to i was drunk
I was also high as f#ck
Im just playing it was fun
You a b#tch you a snitch you a rat you a c#nt
Imma pop you in your sh#t when i find out where you live
I know what school you intend i know you ain’t bout that sh#t
I know you ain’t bout that sh#t i know you a f#cking b#tch
Why you talking on my name
Shit, f#ck aye f#ck you
Yuh, kill yourself
Stop f#cking talking jonh
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