Traumatized
Yeah, bro, movin' bag after bag like
What
Yeah, alright
Came through the back door, he was chillin' on the couch
Sent the bitch to his crib, she was givin' him the mouth
Took the TV, he ain't even see me till I was pullin' out
Treat a nigga like a old dog, how we put him down
Hit a left then we skirted down the block, we was tweakin
Brody off a Perc, this bitch ain't even blinkin
Make a bitch squirt and this bitch like she leakin
Badass bitch from overseas, she Norwegian
Hit a nigga in his head, leave him dead like I'm Negan
I got food if you tryna get fed, what's the reason
I can really rock a bitch to bed like she sleep
Opps clickin' up, this shit really weak, they be teamin
Time to switch it up, I gotta be discreet, different season
Need sum new slides, but I'll still slide and walk u down
Broke a nigga jaw for talkin' shit, he ain't talkin' now
Walked in, seen some bullshit, now I'm walkin' out
New spot walked in and It's litty in this bitch
They like, damn, huncho really bought the city out this bitch
Damn, ho, give it up, you got some kitty in this bitch
Bitch shakin' ass, but it stank can't get jiggy with this shit
Damn, I feel like Michael Blackson
Moonwalkin' with the stick and this bitch like I'm Michael Jackson
I can roll a zip in a spliff, cause I like to pack it
Movin' around like you Will Smith, I might just smack you
No, I'm not a boxer, try to box I'll box you up
Bitch tried to put the cuffs on me, can't lock me up
Steady talkin' about sum bullshit, just top me up
Step on a nigga like he plankton and squash him up
Treat a nigga like hits fruit ninja, and chop him up
Can't believe I fucked a dirty bitch and you knocked her up
Bro shootin' with a dirty stick, be then shot you up
One, two, three, four, five, countin' up your lies
Can't even hop in broke whip, cause he down to die
Bitch, you don't even know shit, why you down to ride
Better come with that pole stick if you down to slide
If I tell you about my life, you be traumatized
If you try to take my ice, then his mama die
Done sippin' out the pint, I ain't tryna die
Done tryna make it right, I ain't that kinda guy
Hit him with the left and the right, now he traumatized
What
Yeah, alright
Came through the back door, he was chillin' on the couch
Sent the bitch to his crib, she was givin' him the mouth
Took the TV, he ain't even see me till I was pullin' out
Treat a nigga like a old dog, how we put him down
Hit a left then we skirted down the block, we was tweakin
Brody off a Perc, this bitch ain't even blinkin
Make a bitch squirt and this bitch like she leakin
Badass bitch from overseas, she Norwegian
Hit a nigga in his head, leave him dead like I'm Negan
I got food if you tryna get fed, what's the reason
I can really rock a bitch to bed like she sleep
Opps clickin' up, this shit really weak, they be teamin
Time to switch it up, I gotta be discreet, different season
Need sum new slides, but I'll still slide and walk u down
Broke a nigga jaw for talkin' shit, he ain't talkin' now
Walked in, seen some bullshit, now I'm walkin' out
New spot walked in and It's litty in this bitch
They like, damn, huncho really bought the city out this bitch
Damn, ho, give it up, you got some kitty in this bitch
Bitch shakin' ass, but it stank can't get jiggy with this shit
Damn, I feel like Michael Blackson
Moonwalkin' with the stick and this bitch like I'm Michael Jackson
I can roll a zip in a spliff, cause I like to pack it
Movin' around like you Will Smith, I might just smack you
No, I'm not a boxer, try to box I'll box you up
Bitch tried to put the cuffs on me, can't lock me up
Steady talkin' about sum bullshit, just top me up
Step on a nigga like he plankton and squash him up
Treat a nigga like hits fruit ninja, and chop him up
Can't believe I fucked a dirty bitch and you knocked her up
Bro shootin' with a dirty stick, be then shot you up
One, two, three, four, five, countin' up your lies
Can't even hop in broke whip, cause he down to die
Bitch, you don't even know shit, why you down to ride
Better come with that pole stick if you down to slide
If I tell you about my life, you be traumatized
If you try to take my ice, then his mama die
Done sippin' out the pint, I ain't tryna die
Done tryna make it right, I ain't that kinda guy
Hit him with the left and the right, now he traumatized
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