I Left My Son Out in the Sun

Opp pack smell immaculate
That boy a pussy, yeah he so emasculate
Yeah, boy, we some savages
I'm finna bust, ain't talkin bout 'jaculate
You saw my style, now you jackin' it
Yo' stuff is trash, yeah, it's on some average shit
I might come in with the baddest bitch
Show's over when I get to clappin' shit

Damn, rest in peace to my opps, I'll miss you
In another life, we'll meet (We'll meet)
Finna smoke your ass twice (Twice)
Oh you gon' die (Die)
Light him up to the sky (The sky)



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Writer(s): Mr. Bread
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