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Aye
Started wit a ski mask
And a dream
Shot him while he speakin
Martin Luther King
I got 2 bitches wit me
Venus & Serena
I ain't tryna do no feature 'less your money lookin decent
By the way I'm done wit beefin
If you pull up you ain't leavin
See my shot and then I take it
You would think I'm wit the lakers
By the way this gun was shakin you would think the earth was quaking
You a son of god nigga ima give yo ass a halo
If the pigs come around us we gon hideout
If he run up think it's sweet then he gon find out
I need a 40 cal to rip that nigga spine out
And shoot his fuckin brain out like "what his mind bout?"
I need a blunt full of pack to keep me comfy
I be dubbin all these bitches but they want me
I'm connected I got plugs in different countries
Niggas hit my line like "Bane yo can you front me?"
HELL NAH
And I stay with Zack
You ain't gettin saved by bells now
You gon duck and hide cuz you know these fuckin shells hot
You not running shit
Shit ain't tippin on yo scale boa
Ima scary nigga send a bullet to your mailbox
Had to change the pace
I'm still angry cant you tell tho?
Sacrifice a nigga to the essence like "oh well" though
See me and forget me bitch I'm stuck inside a hell hole
Dress up nice and fuck and stomp a nigga out in shell toes
I'm back
And I'm pissed niggas keep on testing me and I am not a bitch
See me everywhere I hope that niggas have a fit
Grab that nigga favorite girl and turn her to a lick
Started wit a ski mask
And a dream
Shot him while he speakin
Martin Luther King
I got 2 bitches wit me
Venus & Serena
I ain't tryna do no feature 'less your money lookin decent
By the way I'm done wit beefin
If you pull up you ain't leavin
See my shot and then I take it
You would think I'm wit the lakers
By the way this gun was shakin you would think the earth was quaking
You a son of god nigga ima give yo ass a halo
If the pigs come around us we gon hideout
If he run up think it's sweet then he gon find out
I need a 40 cal to rip that nigga spine out
And shoot his fuckin brain out like "what his mind bout?"
I need a blunt full of pack to keep me comfy
I be dubbin all these bitches but they want me
I'm connected I got plugs in different countries
Niggas hit my line like "Bane yo can you front me?"
HELL NAH
And I stay with Zack
You ain't gettin saved by bells now
You gon duck and hide cuz you know these fuckin shells hot
You not running shit
Shit ain't tippin on yo scale boa
Ima scary nigga send a bullet to your mailbox
Had to change the pace
I'm still angry cant you tell tho?
Sacrifice a nigga to the essence like "oh well" though
See me and forget me bitch I'm stuck inside a hell hole
Dress up nice and fuck and stomp a nigga out in shell toes
I'm back
And I'm pissed niggas keep on testing me and I am not a bitch
See me everywhere I hope that niggas have a fit
Grab that nigga favorite girl and turn her to a lick
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lomax
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