Gaunt
Gotta work on my self control
That's one thing that I know
Can't go for a walk can't go for a run
Bitch I can't even go for a stroll
Cuz if I see a fuck nigga walking all alone you can bet he ain't going home
If he's with his bitch its a 2 for 1 deal you know how they ass get stolen
You know this
He was talking big shit
Now he acting diff Er Ent
I be diligent
The way I be killing shit
You See my blade
Imma let it Swang
They underestimate
The size of it
And one more thang
I gotta say
Please save me all the cartilage
And The way I don't give a fuck they could have sworn I was celeibet
Even if I put you 6 feet deep
You could never see
How dark the world could be
Can't catch his breathe
I must be death
Cuz ain't no way he beating me
Are these underground rappers even trying
Cuz ain't one fucking with me
You call that a rhyme
You think thats heat
Might aswell send the beat to me
Wanna hear a word I heard from the grape vine
Bitch in my hear teynna waits time
Who does she think she's distracting
I start snacking
When bones start cracking
Woke up in the woods covered in blood
The scent of the slut is something I love
They trying to run they stuck in the mud
And no one around so test ya luck
That's one thing that I know
Can't go for a walk can't go for a run
Bitch I can't even go for a stroll
Cuz if I see a fuck nigga walking all alone you can bet he ain't going home
If he's with his bitch its a 2 for 1 deal you know how they ass get stolen
You know this
He was talking big shit
Now he acting diff Er Ent
I be diligent
The way I be killing shit
You See my blade
Imma let it Swang
They underestimate
The size of it
And one more thang
I gotta say
Please save me all the cartilage
And The way I don't give a fuck they could have sworn I was celeibet
Even if I put you 6 feet deep
You could never see
How dark the world could be
Can't catch his breathe
I must be death
Cuz ain't no way he beating me
Are these underground rappers even trying
Cuz ain't one fucking with me
You call that a rhyme
You think thats heat
Might aswell send the beat to me
Wanna hear a word I heard from the grape vine
Bitch in my hear teynna waits time
Who does she think she's distracting
I start snacking
When bones start cracking
Woke up in the woods covered in blood
The scent of the slut is something I love
They trying to run they stuck in the mud
And no one around so test ya luck
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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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