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T the fuck up, bitch T the fuck up, bitch
T the fuck up, bitch T the fuck up, bitch
I said If he speak on DID, he gettin Tbaged
Ima stab a screwdriver though a fuck nigga cardiac
Mr. middle school teacher said I'm dear in the head lights
Ima stab him in the neck, and watch his blood reach his head lice
Look at me again, fuck nigga, meeting J Christ
Know I hate niggas, really hate niggas like Dr. Phil yo mans would,
Still be alive if image ain't lace his pill
Puffin' puff pass, he don't know he hit fentanyl
Nigga cryin' in the room, lil' buddy havin' withdraws
Say your bitch a dirty slut, she ain't even pull a with draws
Never speak on my name again, lil' buddy had to withdraw
Pouring bleach in the ice tray
So you niggas got a nice beverage
Bitch, I want it all
Coming wit that rah-rah hatred, bitch, I rip it all
Tell that bitch to slow the fuck down, I got precious balls
Lookin' at me, I look at you like, what the fuck you on
Bitch had her lowest needed me and I knew she'll call
Turn and step back to a three, bitch, I shoot it all
Push me to the edge, lil' baby, and I still won't fall
See the wrist frozen and they hittin', bitch, I'm still gon' ball
T the fuck up, bitch T the fuck up, bitch
I said If he speak on DID, he gettin Tbaged
Ima stab a screwdriver though a fuck nigga cardiac
Mr. middle school teacher said I'm dear in the head lights
Ima stab him in the neck, and watch his blood reach his head lice
Look at me again, fuck nigga, meeting J Christ
Know I hate niggas, really hate niggas like Dr. Phil yo mans would,
Still be alive if image ain't lace his pill
Puffin' puff pass, he don't know he hit fentanyl
Nigga cryin' in the room, lil' buddy havin' withdraws
Say your bitch a dirty slut, she ain't even pull a with draws
Never speak on my name again, lil' buddy had to withdraw
Pouring bleach in the ice tray
So you niggas got a nice beverage
Bitch, I want it all
Coming wit that rah-rah hatred, bitch, I rip it all
Tell that bitch to slow the fuck down, I got precious balls
Lookin' at me, I look at you like, what the fuck you on
Bitch had her lowest needed me and I knew she'll call
Turn and step back to a three, bitch, I shoot it all
Push me to the edge, lil' baby, and I still won't fall
See the wrist frozen and they hittin', bitch, I'm still gon' ball
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Writer(s): Big Image
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