Smackdown

Get his ass
We gon get his ass
We gon get his ass
I can tell you never seen or really had motion
Brody deadly from the corner
And you don't wanna leave his ass open
Aye, I thought the sauce was bullet proof
And now yo glass broken
The only reason that they discounted juice
Cuz brody ass stole it
Ran out of fucks to give
Where can I found some more at
Ain't had a run in years
Yo ass be upping throw backs
Don't try to hit me wit a method you paid for
Cuz imma hoe that
Brody popped em wit the dreads
Then layed low then grew the fro back
Brody stepped back and hit the winning shot
Can't have a even score
You never heard of get back
That's what he bleeding for
My bastard ass sick in the head
I'm tryna see some gore
Heard he got a sour mouth
Dis what I got the lemon squeezer for
Brody tried to clip a opp off camera
Right behind the store
(Shit)
Read the clock wrong
I guess it wasn't his time to go
Ain't finna hide no fucking bodies
Fuck u think I bought piranhas for?
I know she don't mind me
We go use her for her kindness tho
Y'all was up and now y'all back down
Y'all had a chance to get it back
And then y'all backed down
Ain't go to pound town
I took that bitch to
Friday night SmackDown
Caught em by himself
He started track running
Then he got tracked down



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