Does It?

I bet your jaw hurts, from my name In your mouth
You want the smoke you got it bitch, they won't have your back now

All alone pussy boy, creepin up, you know I keep that stick
50 Shots so my shit don't miss
And the clip be on that banana shit

Roll up
Broad day
Bitch

Sit down, dumb fuck, now yo ass is laying in the trunk
I'm weak, his ass slumped, put yo homie straight in the dump
We creep, all black, opps mad I won't catch a charge
They be screaming free my homie, while we scoring large
Bitch

Why you hiding now
And where's that tool you been cappin bout
HAH
What about all that shit you was talkin with those Twitter fingers
Now I'm here you ain't sayin shit
Gotta stay masked up, gotta run yo whip
And the choppa got some tits, turn yo ass to mist

Close your eyes this is your last goodbye
You slime

I'm tired of the weak-ass shit
That you've been saying behind closed doors
I'm tired of the weak-ass shit
That you've been saying behind closed doors



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Writer(s): Visceral Autopsy
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