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Number Foe
Number Foe
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December Brooks
December Brooks
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Bitch
The fuck was you thinkin'?
Fuck was you thinkin'?
Nah, for real
Headshot for Pot, lil' bruh what you thinkin'? (I stamp it)
I've been seein' blood, now I'm feignin' for **** who post 38 and be screamin' (No fakin')
No fakin' yeah your gang see me (Bitch)
Drac' in my reach, I can't go like a rookie (Uh-uh)
Man lil' bruh stop hidin' in the bushes
Linkin' with **** I already smacked that (Why you do that?)
Get your ass clapped like T-Mac (T)
HeadTap king, boy, come get up with me (I stamp it)
Since you takin' trips to the Dixie, I'm at your mama house with drac's and a ski (Where?)
10 Milli' with the lemon squeeze (Come out)
Caught aimin' at head, I'm aimin' at neck, since the bullet went across his dreads (Dreads)
Your favorite rapper in the mall got bitch slapped
Tookiw MoeJeezy Will Smith now (Ha)
Forever street when you ask about me (I stamp it)
Still Wonkie Gang, BJG (BJG)
Ain't no battlefield with the opps they don't shoot back
**** talkin' practice you a sweet one
Said it's fuck my gang, bitch, I know you ain't mean that
Every bump down be sweet
I ain't worried 'bout no **** that I ever shot comin' back, 'cause his brain somewhere on the street (Somewhere on the, damn)
I ain't vouchin' for no **** I ain't seen shot shit
If you mad at me get a body then (Come on)
Blow down they block with them blowers like ghostbusters (Bow, bow, bow)
Track a **** down like the bounty hunter
****, see the fire, get away from it (Where you goin'?)
Where you goin', bitch it ain't no runnin' (Uh-uh)
This ET gun, but it got a hundred, so I keep it on me, like I stole it from him (Grrdah)
You ain't never had war with some shooters
Pop out on the block with them choppers shoot a move (I'm here)
Baby Joe Gang don't do no recruitin'
Had joined this shit when Lil Wonkie ain't notice (Ain't notice)
Plus our HeadTap like that trophy
Two for one combo it was open (Got both)
****, smokin' who? Now you chokin'
Coughin' up blood
Arteries are open (Get up)
Headshot for Pot, lil' bruh what you thinkin'?
I've been seein' blood, now I'm feigning for **** who post 38 and be screamin'
No fakin' yeah your gang see me (Yeah)
Drac' in my reach, I can't go like a rookie (Uh-uh)
Man lil' bruh stop hidin' in the bushes (Yup)
Linkin' with **** I already smacked that (Yup)
Get your ass clapped like T-Mac (Why you do that?)
HeadTap king, boy, come get up with me (Bow)
Since you taking trips to the Dixie, I'm at your mama house with drac's and a ski (Come out)
10 Milli' with the lemon squeeze
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, T-Mac, mm mm, mmm
Like T-Mac
Written by: December Brooks
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