Lyrics

Take your bitch out Put my dick inside her mouth I see that you calling, she can't really talk right now Leave your ass on read, you ain't nothing but a clown Keep running your mouth, leave you buried in the ground Six feet under, you can't even hear a sound Think you the shit, you ain't really so profound Guess it's all better said then done My shit's hotter than the sun Suffer through it so I can go get the funds Run, run are you dumb, dumb, dumb? Looking like a fuckin' bucket and you're looking like a bum And I said I don't think you really want none Your bitch all up in my DM talking 'bout she want some Deposit in her trunk, that's your wife but my cumdump 'Cause you're dumb as fuck and I'm filling up her tum 'Cause I said Guess it's all better said then done My shit's hotter than the sun Suffer through it so I can go get the funds Run, run are you dumb, dumb, dumb? Looking like a fuckin' bucket and you're looking like a bum Bitch I said Semi give 'em kisses Bitch, I got a hitlist God put me on a mission Cumming on your bitch Merry fucking Christmas Psychopath yeah, hella fucking twisted Roam these streets like a motherfucking misfit I got shots Popping off Feel your ears ring Bullets leave you fucking blind Michael Bisping We gon' run up We gon' bang out on these bitches Y'all some hoes we not same It's been a drought 'Cause all your people tryna jump into the lane We got it all up in the system Nah this shit is not a game And I'm about to get this paper Like I'm citizen Kane Yeah, we gonna make it rain We're the underground I can't fuck with all the talking If you real, you better pipe down Pop out in your city, better come around And I'm all up in her guts Like an ultrasound I been focused on my shit So why you staring in my pocket? I ain't fucking with the pigs Swine flue, I'ma vomit Bitch, I know you ain't the plug But I heard you girl the socket It don't matter if you lacking You can't even hit a target I don't need congratulation I just need to get my split I can't wait to see 'em jumping Throwing elbows in the pit Make 'em riot to my shit Man, it's shout-out to six Fuck with seven, you get split Now don't get caught up in the mix Guess it's all better said then done My shit's hotter than the sun Suffer through it so I can go get the funds Run, run are you dumb, dumb, dumb? Looking like a fuckin' bucket and you're looking like a bum And I said I don't think you really want none Your bitch all up in my DM talking 'bout she want some Deposit in her trunk that's your wife but my cumdump 'Cause you're dumb as fuck and I'm filling up her tum
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