Grabbing the blade. I’m stuck in a maze. I’m f#cking her face
You get ate like a cake. My mind has descent
Thinking bout stabbing a friend. Putting his life to an end
Yakuza. I’m throwing a fit. Pistol whipped in the lip
Three scars on my arm and one in my f#cking palm
Curved blade and it do a lot of harm
Posted, I’m on top. Like St. Patrick, can’t be stopped
You get wet like a p#ss#
You get wet like a mop
f#ck, aye
Talking sh#t on ig, like what
Choppa kiss your face like mwah
Split into cells. One shot and he fell
You know what I sell
On my grave I that tell
She scream like a bell
p#ss# you a mail
And I know I can’t f#cking fail
RIP your spleen, choppa hella mean
AK-4 equipped with a beam. Turn you into f#cking whipped cream
Black hoodie. Black vest
Plenty holes in yo chest
Got you on yo knees
Now you looking like some swiss cheese
Posted in the night. I’ll hit some licks
You know I’ll steal yo tv b#tch
Might just go and slap a snitch
Might just go and slap a b#tch
Might just go and slap my teacher and
I’ll rob a kid for his kicks
On some f#cking real sh#t, b#tch
My hitters they grimey
You get turned to salami
Get smoked like pastrami
Them b#tches they want me
Them b#tches be on me
That b#tch wanna call me
I gave her some backshots
I’m sorry, not sorry
Fat stacks of cash, I’m getting money to my #ss
Pockets filled with racks, stacking up hella fast, hella fast
Fat stacks of cash, I’m getting money to my #ss
Pockets filled with racks, stacking up hella fast
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