b#tch, I been poppin’ since I got a roster of a hunnid broads, uh [One hunnid
Blicky loaded, stick be totin’, send yo’ #ss to God, uh [Dear God
Needa back up, ‘cause I’m strapped up, I’ll shoot you down like C.O.D., uh [Strapped up
Drippy, please don’t trip, B, diamonds on, this ice won’t thaw, uh [Don’t trip
Yeah, then we pull up to your party [Yeah], ooh! [b#tch, 29 on this muh’f— on this muh’f—
Bringin’ my army, I’m not sorry, ooh! [CADENCE, hee-hee!
Now she want that bag from Marni [Bag], ooh
Codeine in my system, purple like Barney, yeah
So homie, just know what I mean, net bangers been trying to fiend [Bah, bah
You don’t know the sh#t I’ve seen, bad lil’ b#tch, just get in between [Yeah
Started this sh#t at fifteen, upped my trap game at sixteen [For real
Shot in the shoulder, no vaccine, ridin’ my wave like they marines [Whew
These caps and clips, they be bustin’ in his visage, uh [Grr!
And this ammo out of sight, now he got no vision, uh [Pow, pow
Brazy, blood be drippin’, with this red, I paint an image, uh [Bappin’
I need no practice, shoot ‘em down, but they need a scrimmage [Okay!
Yeah, I been tryna get at this one bad b#tch [Bad
Then I went and told other b#tches, “bring that #ss back, b#tch” [Ass
I shoot it [Brra! Brra!], b#tch, I do that damage
Leave her on delivered, I don’t want her, ‘cause she average [Yeah! Yeah!
Not stoppin’, tryna make me a ticket, I’m killin’ these rappers only with my snippets
I got no limit, she send me explicit, I don’t text for hours, she respond in a minute
That p#ss#, I’m in it, she loud and sh#t, this pipe, she gon’ lick it, silent like crickets
Her heart, I’ma break it, that booty the thickest, she shootin’ them opps, carry that sticky [Whew]
S-say you runnin’ with that broad? You ain’t do that sh#t, oh
I’m a star with the force, we can turn this sh#t to war
Wanna pop a couple shots? Bet I’ll pop a couple more
I ain’t f#ckin’ with that b#tch, you can come and get your wh#re
I- I tote ‘em up with a fast track, hop on a track, feel like I need a hazmat
I can’t even f#ckin’ tell what she mad at, I can’t even f#ckin’ tell what she- uh
I-I’m pushin’, b#tch, I’m on top, I’m what everybody want
They been trippin’ ‘bout my plot, I could send you to the stars, blatt!
When you see me, uh, br-brand new Lamborghini, racin’
Fiji, Glock lookin’ like my b#tch, it’s sayin’, “squeeze me,” ha-ha
E-e-every time I’m runnin’, feelin’ like Rambo, I been prepared, so I got hella ammo
I turn your ex-ho into an S.O., gems on my wrist, I be snappin’ like Thanos
Woah, woah, woah, woah, tear this sh#t, oh-oh
You know my b#tch bad, goth b#tch, no Shego
I ain’t got no reason pushin’ down my ego
I could beat you ten-fold, you don’t know who we know, uh
Every time I release, yeah, I’m killin’ em all, like I’m droppin’ a nuke, I’ll get you in check
R.I.P. to your soul, like you ballin’ at Duke, when that stick get to blowin’, ain’t talkin’ a flute
I walk with the steel, I ain’t talkin’ a boot, I stay with that heat, got a Glock in the booth
I’m runnin’ sh#t over, b#tch, you oughta move, you talkin’ that sh#t, better pray that you waterproof
Every line inside this tablet dope as f#ck, it’s like I’m poppin’ pills
I go psycho, it’s insane and every thought is ill
Every picture that I paint is real, not watchin’ films
I got punchlines, yeah, I beat the beat, you see my boxing skills? Woo!
Like Bruce, you unbreakable until I wet you up, so done with your sh#t, now my 7 up
A blade or a gun, doesn’t matter, b#tch, I got a weapon tucked
You get put in a box when I spray at your neck, you ain’t freshened up, don’t get me started
I’ll step on yo’ #ss like the gas, I ain’t revvin’ up, I’ma send you to God, like a lob, how you headin’ up
When you walkin’ up with something in your hands, b#tch, it better be stairs when you steppin’ up
I’m saucin’, got green like a salad, no ranch, how I’m dressin’ up
Try to rob me? Got a gun on my side, you get left with a hole in your head, how you endin’ up
That heater inside of my jackey, when I leave him drippin’, no, he isn’t sweatin’, bruh
Yeah, I’m TLG, and it’s russian roulette with the gunplay
We been trainin’ on tracks and we underground just like a subway, my mind is a weapon
My bullets be fly like a plane, and I’m takin’ off just like a runway
Me and my team, yeah, we makin’ it someday, we ridin’ together like we on a bus, ayy
They know I’m not weak, but they treatin’ me just like a Monday, I got the drive
And I’m talkin’ different, I feel like a Hyundai, I still will be cold
Even if you desert me, no sundae, if you don’t think I’m a God with the rap, well, too bad
‘Cause I don’t give a f#ck, ayy, easy, God
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