Dont Get Me Started

Big Glock In my pocket won't smoke get it popping
Lil Beck got da drip like a hood water faucet
We don't do no talking we see him we catch him we off him
The fuck is a run down I go by lil walka

Might be a lil sick trynna give him a Coffin
This thirty rd clip gotta kick when I spark it
Big one four eight three known to hit every target
I shoot till it's finish so don't get me started

Dis ARP Tweek wit dat two two three cartridge
We clapping on beat like a drum on dis forty
Might hawkem on feet put a creased in his forces
I step bacc and shoot like I play for the warriors

I hit from da back she like walk don't record me
I give you da sauce gotta bring me a portion
We givin' free bodies turn babies to orphans
We still onna court who gone stop me from scoring

Fucc internet beefing with industry niggas
Post up inna jungle with apes and gorillas
I'm neva gone lack I got choppas and pistols
You won't me to sign gotta pay seven figures

I stand onna shit don't won't less den a million
A hunnid in jewelry and racks inna kitchen
Don't speak onnat smoke I just blow like a chimney
I'm stuck wit dis shit till a nigga come kill me

Big Glock I my pocket won't smoke get it popping
Lil Beck got da drip like a hood water faucet
We don't do no talking we see him we catch him we off him
The fuck is a run down I go by lil walka

Might be a lil sick trynna give him a Coffin
This thirty rd clip gotta kick when I spark it
Big one four eight three known to hit every target
I shoot till it's finish so don't get started

Might be a lil sick trynna give him a Coffin
This thirty rd clip gotta kick when I spark it
Big one four eight three known to hit every target
I shoot till it's finish so don't get started



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Writer(s): Anthony Lewis Herrington
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