Lirik

They like "JKM, I see you" Send that boy to the ICU Stick on me, we ain't fighting dude Say he got bands, who you lying to M on you, like you Majin Buu He mad that I got what I wanted to He so salty, I know Run it up, that's the only thing I know Smoke him down, we gon' turn him to a ghost I get to the bread and the butter The cheese and the toast If you want some action Please let me know Choppa melodic, it's hittin' every note Don't got the choppa, we chop him in his throat Send him to the doctor He don't got a lot of his blood So they letting him go Don't even try to speak on someone I love Next time we see you Yo family releasing them doves Get to the bread, it's a must Count up the cheddar, count up the cheese And you counting up dust RVC so underrated, when they gon' believe in us Me, Myself, and I Some of the only people I trust That's a fact, how you get spit on Disrespected, boy you wack Got the glick, on me, that junk go Rat-tat-tat Clack-clack-clack That junk fah-fah-fah Yeah that, bla-bla-blat Go, blatt Hit him wit' the chop, he dead All I get to is bread She trying to get in my bed Blatt Hit him wit' the chop, he dead All I get to is bread She trying to get in my bed They like "JKM, I see you" Send that boy to the ICU Stick on me, we ain't fighting dude Say he got bands, who you lying to M on you, like you Majin Buu He mad that I got what I wanted to He so salty, I know Run it up, that's the only thing I know Smoke him down, we gon' turn him to a ghost
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