Magenta
Suck shit, I'm too motha fuckin punk bitch
To let somebody think they put me through some suffrage
Shit he full of it, he ain't never heard a pistol pop
Dumb jock, finna hit his body til he pop, lock, drop
Shit like fuck this, you ain't muttering a word bitch
See me again, and I'm shooting like this a war ditch
Pull up with a posse I'm feelin the metamorphosis
Ten shots, on top of thirteen, Ain't finna fuckin miss
Suck shit, I'm too motha fuckin punk bitch
To let somebody think they put me through some suffrage
Shit he full of it, he ain't never heard a pistol pop
Dumb jock, finna hit his body til he pop, lock, drop
Suck Shit, I'm too motha fuckin crunk bitch, nah bitch, fuck this
I just came to chill and now you comin with assumptions
Shorty with the squad she say that she ain't never done this
Knock a fuckin op out as I'm walk-in thru the function
I buss in, I'm fully with the fuck shit
My lawyer tried to tell me no more ruckus, I said fuck him
I'm buzzin, I run shit, you fuck with me I'm lit
South side, see this motha fucka rollin round I'll up the stick
Suck shit, I'm too motha fuckin punk bitch
To let somebody think they put me through some suffrage
Shit he full of it, he ain't never heard a pistol pop
Dumb jock, finna hit his body til he pop, lock, drop
Shit like fuck this, you ain't muttering a word bitch
See me again, and I'm shooting like this a war ditch
Pull up with a posse I'm feelin the metamorphosis
Ten shots, on top of thirteen, Ain't finna fuckin miss
To let somebody think they put me through some suffrage
Shit he full of it, he ain't never heard a pistol pop
Dumb jock, finna hit his body til he pop, lock, drop
Shit like fuck this, you ain't muttering a word bitch
See me again, and I'm shooting like this a war ditch
Pull up with a posse I'm feelin the metamorphosis
Ten shots, on top of thirteen, Ain't finna fuckin miss
Suck shit, I'm too motha fuckin punk bitch
To let somebody think they put me through some suffrage
Shit he full of it, he ain't never heard a pistol pop
Dumb jock, finna hit his body til he pop, lock, drop
Suck Shit, I'm too motha fuckin crunk bitch, nah bitch, fuck this
I just came to chill and now you comin with assumptions
Shorty with the squad she say that she ain't never done this
Knock a fuckin op out as I'm walk-in thru the function
I buss in, I'm fully with the fuck shit
My lawyer tried to tell me no more ruckus, I said fuck him
I'm buzzin, I run shit, you fuck with me I'm lit
South side, see this motha fucka rollin round I'll up the stick
Suck shit, I'm too motha fuckin punk bitch
To let somebody think they put me through some suffrage
Shit he full of it, he ain't never heard a pistol pop
Dumb jock, finna hit his body til he pop, lock, drop
Shit like fuck this, you ain't muttering a word bitch
See me again, and I'm shooting like this a war ditch
Pull up with a posse I'm feelin the metamorphosis
Ten shots, on top of thirteen, Ain't finna fuckin miss
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Writer(s): Trever Davis
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