It’s on me? (It’s on you)
It’s on me, then (Yeah) (Let’s get it) (Yeah, Griffy)
I let off a aK, a .45, and two 9s until my gun jam
So much heat, it’ll leave ya body suntanned
It’ll leave ya life banned, that mean you dead
Guaranteed to take ya soul, like that bomb head from Fred (Fred?)
Huh? (Bro, you said Fred) (I heard it too)
Bro, it’s a metaphor, bro
Can I finish rapping now?
Let me rap, bro
Bad b#tch on FaceTime (ok, ok, ok)
That’s a hot line (I agree, I agree)
n#gg#s send nudes to my phone (What?)
That’s the pipe line
And it’s a whole lot of pipe I’m tryna ride like a bike (aw, hell NaW)
Bro, bro, wait
Wait, wait, hold on bro
Hol on, bro (Why do we keep letting this n#gg# rap, bro)
I’m going in, bro (or is that n#gg# going in on you?)
Ok, ok, last one
Let me rap, bro (Man, bro)
I flow, like river
Flow cold, shiver
Give her deep dick ’til she feel it in her liver (Mm)
I live in her guts
And her n#gg# live in mine (ah, man)
I feel his dick poke my lungs when he hit it from behind (If you gay, you gay, it don’t matter, it’s 2017)
I like girls
I like v#gina
I like-
I’m going home
I’m going home
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