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unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if your reading this its too late
Point a chopper at a nigga, now he running like a track race
catch a nigga while hes waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass on a food plate
nigga talking shit put the metal to his mouth call his ass brace face
unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if your reading this its too late
Point a chopper at a nigga, now he running like a track race
catch a nigga while hes waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass on a food plate
nigga talking shit put the metal to his mouth call his ass brace face
And yo bitch up to grab like a sweepstake, ima eat her ass like a cheesecake
Now we back to my place bust her on her face with my nut like a toothpaste
Straight up to his crib like its home alone, mack up to his face would think he had a elliptic on
Price on his head hella ice like a sled make a nigga freeze up lole forzone
Put the chrome to a nigga dome now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosome
Im at your door like ding dong, i serve ya like ping pong
And yo bitch say my name like im mike jones ima eat her ass like some neckbones
chopper ring like a telephone, shoot him in his stomache youll think a nigga belly gone
Bitches say i rap like a sing a lone, and i got it playing on their phone like a ringtone
Big Dick king kong take her to the crib and i put the whole team on
I just got some cash on some flip shit, bought yo bitch some toms so she playing for the patriots
Always frost never second, ima god and in heaven is when ima die, ima legend on my drake shit
Pull up on yo block with the banna clip, if a nigga lack imma turn him into a banna split
I Ch-ch-ch chop shit, body of a beast pick it up with some chop sticks
Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch, and you know im finna eat her ass like some catfish
I pull up like scuuuuuurt, peep out the window and i had to pop shit
Like arrow we kill shit, we gon fuck around crack yo bitch like a base hit
Squad can train yo bitc, Mike vick, shorty out of hand, fuck around and ray rice shit
Channel nine pronouced em dead, laying a bunch of bodies like a mattress on a bed
Catch a nigga tryna run, shoot em in the side make em do the stanky leg
If you lack then you dead, face shots would put your eyeballs back to yo dead
Nigga think shit sweet to its bloodshed, now he not responding to nobody like his phone dead
I aint even goin for his head, chest shots leave em like hes standing for the pledge
Got a bad bitch layong in my bed watching spongebob while she gives me fantastic head
Got yo golr in the back seat sweating like she a athlete now she on top like a bunk bed
Guns, point em at his head, call his ass ebola, how a pussy nigga spread