Big Bad Wolf
She like why they call u tms, heh cuz I talk my shit
I need bitch wit a blick thats gon rip at his lip
Slide back and jus gargling dick
And I'm to hot got ya bitch and her friends on my dick
On my song keep boppin they hips
Better calm down
Cuz this .45 round gon have ya main man start coughing and shit
Why u keep talking. cmon jus slide bitch
Put the 4 clip to the bull lip
Ian gon stop til I see a nigga skull split
He gave me the drop
Now I'm boutta go slide on ya mans u sick DickHead
Walk right down on a late night
Put the 7 round to his chest made em flip DickHead like ugh
Ion wan fight wit u ugh
The full moon out tell my dogs come bite at u
And ya man typing to ugh
Tell him pipe down for I shoot he can catch a few ugh
Yeah we can match dawg
Brodie in the wheel wit a Glock Tryna blast y'all ugh
Ouu u better back off ugh
ion like the way he moving up
Blow his back off ugh
And I jus bought me a stick
Boutta slide on his mf strip
and ima walk down on the bull
ima aim at his head leave the bull in the mf ditch
slid 2 times cuz he thought I was playing
A .9 in my hand boutta put em to rest
I gave em 4 in the chest
I had to dismiss him he tried to fuck wit tms
Gotta talk my shit Ian tryna play wit the bull
We slid and we threw a couple shots
cuz niggas be talking all hot til I slide wit my kin
Best believe we gon kill the whole block
and niggas be goofy wen the on the net
if I see u in person I'm taggin ya shit
Spent a few bags on ya bitch
I'm boutta dismiss her cuz this bitch be naggin and shit
I'm off the hunny and hen dawg
Ya bitch she love me she shake it to my song
The drake got a clip and it's to long
I let it spray at ya bitch cuz she move wrong
Told her sit down and chew this
No we can't fuck u to hype u is ruthless
She off the erks Tryna boom shit
she said she love me bitch shut up u stupid
Don't look in my eye dawg
I'm the type to get real mad and I make the whole sky fall ugh
fa fa fa dawg
Two plus three that's me letting bout 5 off ugh
Don't look in my eye dawg
I'm the type to get real mad
And I make the whole sky fall ugh
Fa fa fa dawg
Two plus three that's me letting bout 5 off ugh
I'm off the ex having mood swings ugh
Tryna have sex wit my boo thing ugh
I bees in the trap
Ugh I bees in the trap
Like Nicky and Nicky and two chains ugh
Who mane ugh mortal combat like Liu Kang ugh
Who mane ugh who mane ugh mortal combat
Like ha ha ugh u
I need bitch wit a blick thats gon rip at his lip
Slide back and jus gargling dick
And I'm to hot got ya bitch and her friends on my dick
On my song keep boppin they hips
Better calm down
Cuz this .45 round gon have ya main man start coughing and shit
Why u keep talking. cmon jus slide bitch
Put the 4 clip to the bull lip
Ian gon stop til I see a nigga skull split
He gave me the drop
Now I'm boutta go slide on ya mans u sick DickHead
Walk right down on a late night
Put the 7 round to his chest made em flip DickHead like ugh
Ion wan fight wit u ugh
The full moon out tell my dogs come bite at u
And ya man typing to ugh
Tell him pipe down for I shoot he can catch a few ugh
Yeah we can match dawg
Brodie in the wheel wit a Glock Tryna blast y'all ugh
Ouu u better back off ugh
ion like the way he moving up
Blow his back off ugh
And I jus bought me a stick
Boutta slide on his mf strip
and ima walk down on the bull
ima aim at his head leave the bull in the mf ditch
slid 2 times cuz he thought I was playing
A .9 in my hand boutta put em to rest
I gave em 4 in the chest
I had to dismiss him he tried to fuck wit tms
Gotta talk my shit Ian tryna play wit the bull
We slid and we threw a couple shots
cuz niggas be talking all hot til I slide wit my kin
Best believe we gon kill the whole block
and niggas be goofy wen the on the net
if I see u in person I'm taggin ya shit
Spent a few bags on ya bitch
I'm boutta dismiss her cuz this bitch be naggin and shit
I'm off the hunny and hen dawg
Ya bitch she love me she shake it to my song
The drake got a clip and it's to long
I let it spray at ya bitch cuz she move wrong
Told her sit down and chew this
No we can't fuck u to hype u is ruthless
She off the erks Tryna boom shit
she said she love me bitch shut up u stupid
Don't look in my eye dawg
I'm the type to get real mad and I make the whole sky fall ugh
fa fa fa dawg
Two plus three that's me letting bout 5 off ugh
Don't look in my eye dawg
I'm the type to get real mad
And I make the whole sky fall ugh
Fa fa fa dawg
Two plus three that's me letting bout 5 off ugh
I'm off the ex having mood swings ugh
Tryna have sex wit my boo thing ugh
I bees in the trap
Ugh I bees in the trap
Like Nicky and Nicky and two chains ugh
Who mane ugh mortal combat like Liu Kang ugh
Who mane ugh who mane ugh mortal combat
Like ha ha ugh u
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