Sukuna’s Revenge
You probably heard that I was pussy from a pussy nigga
Keep one up top when I'm in traffic, finger on the trigger
'Cause I can't let you get the chance, you play I'm bussin' nigga
You must ain't know
I'm quick to blow
I'll make yo' momma miss ya
Niggas hard as toilet tissue, Charmin Ultra Soft
Who want smoke with me? I dump the clip then I get lost
If I like it i'ma cop it, I ain't worried bout the cost
Why you playing with that nigga baby?
Come fuck with a boss
I can teach you how to drip, or I can drown you in the sauce
I be in the field with sticks and I don't play no damn lacrosse
Shawty say she five foot two, hop on the dick and she get tossed
Got a 30 in my 40 I just like to let it off
How they say I can't go there but I pull up anywhere
Niggas ain't never do shit
How they say that it's up when they see me
But niggas be coming outside with no blick
I can't leave without it got drums in the whip
Stay with a stick and a Glock on my hip
Niggas be flexing, I really be shooting
So I can't be posting my shit
I stay high as fuck 'cause when I'm sober think bout killing shit
I do it for fun
I love when they run
They say I'm a demon and shit
I just wet that nigga up for nuthin'
Bitch I be tweaking and shit
I ain't gotta go and get my gun
'Cause I brought my heat in this bitch
Say he got bulletproof windows, we gon' test 'em out
I stuffed my pockets with them bands, I think I stretched 'em out
We got sticks and drums just like a band and we can bring 'em out
Hit his block up, make them paramedics bring them stretchers out
Niggas talking reckless, we gon' see just what you really bout
FMJs inside my clip
Bitch these the ones go through yo' house
If you ain't know
I got too much guns
They be like "LAV!$H, you be wildin' bro!"
How the fuck I'm paranoid?
Bitch you must not know what I know
You must ain't seen what I seen
I done been through murder scenes
Plus Booboo and Jeremy got hit broad day
Nigga, fuck you mean
Rest in peace
I ain't tryna go like that
That's why I keep three straps on me
Hop up out the whip in traffic
Let this fuckin' choppa scream
Flee the scene
Change the barrel, keep it clean
E'ry thing I say I mean
These niggas don't want war with me
Keep one up top when I'm in traffic, finger on the trigger
'Cause I can't let you get the chance, you play I'm bussin' nigga
You must ain't know
I'm quick to blow
I'll make yo' momma miss ya
Niggas hard as toilet tissue, Charmin Ultra Soft
Who want smoke with me? I dump the clip then I get lost
If I like it i'ma cop it, I ain't worried bout the cost
Why you playing with that nigga baby?
Come fuck with a boss
I can teach you how to drip, or I can drown you in the sauce
I be in the field with sticks and I don't play no damn lacrosse
Shawty say she five foot two, hop on the dick and she get tossed
Got a 30 in my 40 I just like to let it off
How they say I can't go there but I pull up anywhere
Niggas ain't never do shit
How they say that it's up when they see me
But niggas be coming outside with no blick
I can't leave without it got drums in the whip
Stay with a stick and a Glock on my hip
Niggas be flexing, I really be shooting
So I can't be posting my shit
I stay high as fuck 'cause when I'm sober think bout killing shit
I do it for fun
I love when they run
They say I'm a demon and shit
I just wet that nigga up for nuthin'
Bitch I be tweaking and shit
I ain't gotta go and get my gun
'Cause I brought my heat in this bitch
Say he got bulletproof windows, we gon' test 'em out
I stuffed my pockets with them bands, I think I stretched 'em out
We got sticks and drums just like a band and we can bring 'em out
Hit his block up, make them paramedics bring them stretchers out
Niggas talking reckless, we gon' see just what you really bout
FMJs inside my clip
Bitch these the ones go through yo' house
If you ain't know
I got too much guns
They be like "LAV!$H, you be wildin' bro!"
How the fuck I'm paranoid?
Bitch you must not know what I know
You must ain't seen what I seen
I done been through murder scenes
Plus Booboo and Jeremy got hit broad day
Nigga, fuck you mean
Rest in peace
I ain't tryna go like that
That's why I keep three straps on me
Hop up out the whip in traffic
Let this fuckin' choppa scream
Flee the scene
Change the barrel, keep it clean
E'ry thing I say I mean
These niggas don't want war with me
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Lloyd
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