Lost his mind

It's a lot of pain in my eyes
A lot of Mamas gonna cry
A lot of Bullets gon fly

Whole lotta niggas gon die
Bump down with fye
I'm trying to put shit up
When chic had died I cried

Nigga telling us to push up, but he pussy
He must've lost his mind
He must've forgot that I run with them bullies
He ain't never put shit up, that boy is pussy

He running from this chopper
When I hop out, he run routes like it's soccer
Niggas bitches when I run down, I'm giving niggas stitches
Ain't no witness

Niggas speaking on that business, boy, don't get in that
Youn wanna beef with us this chopper fold you like a fucking book

Stay up in your yard
Cuz ain't like that he a fucking cook
Dude seen us and he ran he not a man, that boy there is a trans

Ion internet beef, I'ma pull up with choppers
Play with my gang, bet, you won't see the doctor
Pulled up four deep had to bake him a cake
P.T. boy really (Pillow Talking) and he Tender

And he running his mouth on the insta
He camp in the house
So when he come out, put his ass in the blender
He know where we at

Third street posted up know li red throwing the set
And that boy he a flunky
No money posted up, boy he a junky
Thinking his hoe ain't going

White boy had gave her a bill
She ready to fuck just chill
Sit back relax, my nigga
This shit take time, my nigga

Stop ducking beef, young nigga
1647, we realer
And I run with the drug dealers
He mad about his partner I killed em

Ion internet beef, we gon' meet in the streets
You got your gun, I got my gun
Let's skip all the talk
We can link up and meet

Two clips on the drac, this banana feast
Play with my right hand, man
You gon' lay in that casket
Pull up, switch, spray
Hop out the car walk down, shot that boy like a basket

It's a lot of Pain in my eyes
A lot of Mamas gon' cry
A lot of Bullets gon' fly
Whole lot of Niggas gon' die
Bump down with fye

I'm trying to put shit up
When chic had died, I cried
Nigga telling us to push up but he pussy

He must've lost his mind
He must've forgot that I run with them bullies
He ain't never put shit up that boy is pussy

He running from this chopper
When I hop out he run routes like it's soccer
Niggas bitches

When I run down I'm giving niggas stitches
Ain't no witness
They must've forgot I'm dumb

When I hop out
I shoot to kill these bullets
They gon' dump
Boy posted like he gangsta

When I send shots
He duck just like a stranger
Niggas weird
Don't fuck with niggas

762 stuck just like a beard
Boy, Kristen, you so pussy
You Tender bout a hoe

That's gon' fuck my gang
While I'm looking (Dumbass)
I'ma fuck your sister while she texting
White boy said he straight
He gotta teach these hoes a lesson (Pussy)

Know I bump down with them fucking fullys
Your, main, mane ah Back door, you boy
This ain't no cookie

I see he Tender boy Act like a bitch
Straight on her period
He going back and forth
I leave him stuck Just like a statue

Bitch, you better stay up In your place
You better never speak on Jaay
He trying to graduate
This chopper Pull up run em across the stage

Stay out the way or you can get your day
It's 95 degrees
Me and Red Creep where you stay (nigga)

It's a lot of Pain in my eyes
A lot of Mamas gon' cry
A lot of Bullets gon' fly
Whole lot of Niggas gon' die
Bump down with fire
I'm trying to put shit up
When chic had died I cried

Niggas telling us to push up But he pussy
He must've lost his mind
He must've forgot that I run with them bullies
He ain't never put shit up
That boy is pussy

He running from this chopper when I hop out
He run routes like it's soccer
Niggas bitches when I run down I'm giving niggas stitches
Ain't no witness