April Fools

21 Or 14 smoked a 7 in the Vet
Fat woods and Fast cars fell in love with the shit
I got use to the pain Im like what the fuck is stress?
See me grinning ear to ear then Im probably at my best
Cuddo be like stay down lil Brat boy you next
Everyday a nigga wake up I just want a check
Baby want to fight and make up tripping about the next
Tell them niggas bet not play dumb Im gone get em stretched

Fuck brat nigga just be talking he aint with it
He cant even rap and never outside with it
Yea that shit sound good but for-real y'all bitches
Still till this day not a nigga showed me different

Glocks are us we like beams and extensions got my titties done
Now the A R P look different
You never on yo block why the scene look empty?
It must be April Fools thug I know he kidding
Smoking opps in the Rock you can tell he didn't
Pillow talking to the cops cause he know he finished

I got use to the pain Im like what the fuck is stress?
See me grinning ear to ear then Im probably at my best
Cuddo be like stay down lil Brat boy you next

On the blood



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Writer(s): Braxton Watson
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