Bruce Banner

Keep playing with me
They shouldn't get me angry in this bitch
(Feel like Bruce banner)
Hulk shit nigga

Must of forgot
I was really clocking on blocks
With a Glock in my dickie pocket
Eight ball of rock in my sock
A vanilla stuffed with the crop
And a styrofoam full of wok
As a youngin I couldn't stop
We was leaning look like a boxer
Shit that Robitussin like water
We need it straight it from the doctor
The pistol nickel plated
The bullets made out of copper
You just lived around the ghetto
You ain't cut like this
We could get a nigga touched
Not on no Puff type shit
I'm talking Pooh mask
Two mags tucked type shit
I'm talking better leave a will
For who you love type shit
I know crips that politic
On some Trump type shit
And they ain't donating plasma
When they asking what your blood type is
They don't bang colors
More like the neighborhood
And still will grab a pussy
And get em fucked like the bang brothers
On go checking off every name
That the gang utters
A few ops mouth
Gone make a nigga bring that tool box out

Hammer
In my pants I don't want to blam her
Red
Dot check a nigga like a scanner
Hawk
Swipe a nigga head like a scammer
Beast boy
In these streets I go Bruce Banner
North
Nigga I came from a cold region
Block
Nigga we was out there all evening
Ops
We gone kill em till the scores even
Period
We popping pussies till they all bleeding

You just lived around the ghetto
You ain't cut like this
We could get a nigga touched
Not on no puff type shit
Bro seen the hoe nigga outside
If the bitch nigga slipped
Bet he still wouldn't slide

Im in the whip
Foot on the gas
Gun on my lap
Shawty playing with her uhhh
While my thumb in her ass
She biting her lip
Suddenly start sucking my shhh
Grinding the pepper like chill
Do you want us to crash
100 on the dashboard flash forward
Law in the rearview
Trying to collect this cash reward
Or Rizzie head on a sword or a swizzle
If I bring this order to the law will the lord forbid em
Or forget em or commend em
Or forgive em for this all forbiddens
Walking round with a snub nose
Up north we love those
How you niggas tucking a
Thirty clip in them snug clothes
I think I'm stuck in the early 2000s
Real rap shit nigga fuck a stylist
Black hoodie sweatpants I'm comfortable
Disrespect a nigga fam we gone come for you
The pistol popping the pot popping
Her pussy popping
Don't stop riding she hop up on it and pop lock it
Niggas always popping gums
Like they popping guns
I was popping bitches cherries hurry
For they poppa come (hurry up)
Oh that's your bitch
Now she's apart of the clique
Fuck is you saying
Running through bands like we won a chip
But we ain't playing fuck with my dog
And I turn wick
Then flip the script
I see ya dog then I turn Vick

You just lived around the ghetto
You ain't cut like this
We could get a nigga touched
Not on no Puff type shit
Bro seen the hoe nigga outside
If the bitch nigga slipped
Bet he still wouldn't slide
You just lived around the ghetto
You ain't cut like this
We could get a nigga touched
Not on no Puff type shit
Type shit
I should expose niggas
Way before my kids I was a cold nigga
You turned 21 and started pole gripping

I ain't lying yall some niggas we just can't believe
Check my bio I'm a grinder like a ham and cheese
You just pussy I could tell from ya family tree
How ya get in some beef and ya man just leave
Then he get in the booth and that man deceive
Yall ain't giving out pain nigga yall receive
Keep 2 k's bitch you better turn off fatigue
We hold A R2 you it'll get hard to breathe

(You just lived around the ghetto you ain't cut like this)

I kept a
Hammer
In my pants I don't wanna blam her
Red
Dot check a nigga like a scanner
Hawk
Swipe a nigga head like a scammer
Beast boy
In these streets I go Bruce Banner
North
Nigga I came from a cold region
Block
Nigga we was out there all evening
Ops
We gone kill em till the scores even
Period
We popping pussies till they all bleeding

Money hungry yeah I'm getting it
I had a hundred broads stripping
Hustle hard through the fall need a printer
Pussy niggas gone hate all winter
Oh uh uh fuck I need a land with a lake in it
A couple v's overseas with the race engine
Ratchet classy pretty face women
Hop up in the back seat put my face in it
Oh uh uh



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