Attached
Been thru some shit that these niggas don't know about
I just bout hit a couple fucking licks
I popped a tab to bring me outta character
Cuz if not imma up them fucking sticks
Nighas be folding like a fucking bitch
Hoes they be crazy might just call em stitch
No Lilo, bitch you know we on go,
Whack an op like a mole, make that pussy nigga twitch
They scream they bout it but in reality they
Crashing out, switching like a fucking light
My circle know that when it's time to ride
Imma spray at a bitch until he lose his sight
But if i can't get to him imma find the
Closest person to blood and take they damn life
Strap stay attached and ian talkin dyke
If I feel the hype imma send that boy to Christ
Stand on my word cuz its all that I know
And I change on a nigga tryna play them sides
Say what I want and I do as i please cuz
These niggas aint shit but some damn pesticides
I might pacc a smithy but dont get it
Twisted them choppas on go itching for homicides
Them bodies be dropping but "mmm" thats besides
The point that im making can you just be wise?
Demon embedded in my name that shit is Insane
if you lived in my brain you wouldnt last
I think about downing a nigga every
Chance I get if he glance at a nigga too fast
Think about bleeding a fuck nigga dry like
Some raisins they get to talking like they bad
And a nigga stay sliding with shots in the mag,
They coming my way then my hittas gon thrash.
Been thru some shit that these niggas don't know about
I just bout hit a couple fucking licks
I popped a tab to bring me outta character
Cuz if not imma up them fucking sticks
Nighas be folding like a fucking bitch
Hoes they be crazy might just call em stitch
No Lilo, bitch you know we on go,
Whack an op like a mole, make that pussy nigga twitch
They scream they bout it but in reality
They crashing out switching like a fuccing light
My circle know that when it's time to ride
Imma spray at a bitch until he lose his sight
But if i can't get to him imma find the
Closest person to blood and take they damn life
Strap stay attached and ian talkin dyke
If I feel the hype imma send that boy to Christ
I just bout hit a couple fucking licks
I popped a tab to bring me outta character
Cuz if not imma up them fucking sticks
Nighas be folding like a fucking bitch
Hoes they be crazy might just call em stitch
No Lilo, bitch you know we on go,
Whack an op like a mole, make that pussy nigga twitch
They scream they bout it but in reality they
Crashing out, switching like a fucking light
My circle know that when it's time to ride
Imma spray at a bitch until he lose his sight
But if i can't get to him imma find the
Closest person to blood and take they damn life
Strap stay attached and ian talkin dyke
If I feel the hype imma send that boy to Christ
Stand on my word cuz its all that I know
And I change on a nigga tryna play them sides
Say what I want and I do as i please cuz
These niggas aint shit but some damn pesticides
I might pacc a smithy but dont get it
Twisted them choppas on go itching for homicides
Them bodies be dropping but "mmm" thats besides
The point that im making can you just be wise?
Demon embedded in my name that shit is Insane
if you lived in my brain you wouldnt last
I think about downing a nigga every
Chance I get if he glance at a nigga too fast
Think about bleeding a fuck nigga dry like
Some raisins they get to talking like they bad
And a nigga stay sliding with shots in the mag,
They coming my way then my hittas gon thrash.
Been thru some shit that these niggas don't know about
I just bout hit a couple fucking licks
I popped a tab to bring me outta character
Cuz if not imma up them fucking sticks
Nighas be folding like a fucking bitch
Hoes they be crazy might just call em stitch
No Lilo, bitch you know we on go,
Whack an op like a mole, make that pussy nigga twitch
They scream they bout it but in reality
They crashing out switching like a fuccing light
My circle know that when it's time to ride
Imma spray at a bitch until he lose his sight
But if i can't get to him imma find the
Closest person to blood and take they damn life
Strap stay attached and ian talkin dyke
If I feel the hype imma send that boy to Christ
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