Raichu
I'm with my slimes they go "Achoo!"
Gang ran up on bro he ain't know what to do
My niggas evolving like Raichu
Glock with a reticle aimed at you
Chasing that bag, it ain't nun new
You still with that bitch? She fuck with the crew
Killed that nigga I'm taking his loot
Nigga still broke he stuck in a loop
I feel like Stephen, bitch Imma shoot
This hoe be stressing I gave her the boot
Send him to Heaven he meeting the Lord
You pull up with hella, we pull up with more
SRT bitch, this not a Ford
We not gon knock, we gon kick down yo door
Nigga talk down, he gon meet the sword
We chasing the bag like this shit a sport
Niggas be capping they really some dorks
I'm high with the gods, not talking bout Thor
7.62 sharp like a thorn
I'm rocking that shit that you cannot afford
That nigga look lost, we gave him a tour
She gotta have bread no she cannot be poor
All of these bullets connecting like Bluetooth
Talk down on 300 I might have to shoot you
You act like a kid bitch, where is yo tutu
This bitch into stones, she into that voodoo
I got me a spat and this bitch gon blow
We pull up in a Scat and we ride real slow
I feel like a baker with all of this dough
He tried testing me, I told the nigga don't
Don't
Don't test the gang
Glock got magic like Doctor Strange
Beam on the K, that shit got range
No Trippie Redd, I miss the rage
Feel like Uzi, I break the bank
I keep a metal on me like Pain
I got me a Ray-Gun, this bitch gon spray
Niggas not on the agenda like Che
Talk down on the gang, you going to pay
My glock got a dick, that shit lowkey gay
Yo bitch on her knees like she gonna pray
I'm doing my thing, I don't care what they say
I don't give a fuck bout hate, I'll do it anyway
This shit a marathon, this ain't a race
My choppa a pencil, he get erased
Goodbye and good riddance
I slide with a racket like this shit tennis
You not a shooter bitch you not a menace
Aim at yo cap bitch, aim at yo fitted
Finna slice that nigga like CoryXKenshin
Where I'm from niggas shoot like the Pistons
Like Rod Wave, we went from rags to riches
Can't fuck with no snake, these niggas be bitches
I'm with my slimes they go "Achoo!"
Gang ran up on bro he ain't know what to do
My niggas evolving like Raichu
Glock with a reticle aimed at you
Chasing that bag, it ain't nun new
You still with that bitch? She fuck with the crew
Killed that nigga I'm taking his loot
Nigga still broke he stuck in a loop
Gang ran up on bro he ain't know what to do
My niggas evolving like Raichu
Glock with a reticle aimed at you
Chasing that bag, it ain't nun new
You still with that bitch? She fuck with the crew
Killed that nigga I'm taking his loot
Nigga still broke he stuck in a loop
I feel like Stephen, bitch Imma shoot
This hoe be stressing I gave her the boot
Send him to Heaven he meeting the Lord
You pull up with hella, we pull up with more
SRT bitch, this not a Ford
We not gon knock, we gon kick down yo door
Nigga talk down, he gon meet the sword
We chasing the bag like this shit a sport
Niggas be capping they really some dorks
I'm high with the gods, not talking bout Thor
7.62 sharp like a thorn
I'm rocking that shit that you cannot afford
That nigga look lost, we gave him a tour
She gotta have bread no she cannot be poor
All of these bullets connecting like Bluetooth
Talk down on 300 I might have to shoot you
You act like a kid bitch, where is yo tutu
This bitch into stones, she into that voodoo
I got me a spat and this bitch gon blow
We pull up in a Scat and we ride real slow
I feel like a baker with all of this dough
He tried testing me, I told the nigga don't
Don't
Don't test the gang
Glock got magic like Doctor Strange
Beam on the K, that shit got range
No Trippie Redd, I miss the rage
Feel like Uzi, I break the bank
I keep a metal on me like Pain
I got me a Ray-Gun, this bitch gon spray
Niggas not on the agenda like Che
Talk down on the gang, you going to pay
My glock got a dick, that shit lowkey gay
Yo bitch on her knees like she gonna pray
I'm doing my thing, I don't care what they say
I don't give a fuck bout hate, I'll do it anyway
This shit a marathon, this ain't a race
My choppa a pencil, he get erased
Goodbye and good riddance
I slide with a racket like this shit tennis
You not a shooter bitch you not a menace
Aim at yo cap bitch, aim at yo fitted
Finna slice that nigga like CoryXKenshin
Where I'm from niggas shoot like the Pistons
Like Rod Wave, we went from rags to riches
Can't fuck with no snake, these niggas be bitches
I'm with my slimes they go "Achoo!"
Gang ran up on bro he ain't know what to do
My niggas evolving like Raichu
Glock with a reticle aimed at you
Chasing that bag, it ain't nun new
You still with that bitch? She fuck with the crew
Killed that nigga I'm taking his loot
Nigga still broke he stuck in a loop
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