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Boom bitch, spray the whole room bitch, on that goon shit, move bitch fuck up out my way, skert vroom bitch savage niggas we pop out at night that raccoon shit Checking in at daylight but you can still get smoked at noon bitch boom bitch we play with the same guns off doom bitch They like when two cups part three gone drop i'm like soon bitch If you still ain't heard two cups part one then get in tune bitch Stainless steel safe stainless steal like a spooked kid Blat bitch thats that tec bitch Or that mac bitch brains all on the floor i let it blow till his shit splat bitch Get back bitch smokin dead niggas We can match bitch, they say when they catch me they gon whack me still ain't wark shit Get whacked bitch, i don't lack bitch i got my gat bitch line em up fuck is that shit bitch that k It's wreaking nigga and we eatin nigga On that fat shit fresh up out of jail Wrecking shit like the brat's bitch Sit on the curb bitch whats the word bitch fuck what you heard bitch young pappy and savage sheen Turn yo block to the purge bitch let it spray shout out to that k and free bird bitch Thats yo main shout out to her brain hella nerd bitch Swerve bitch bet not be on my block tryna serve shit Why you tryna beef with me your goof ass from the burbs bitch Pistol to his mouth he stuttered stumbling on his words bitch Put your shit on the curb his brain look like he still ain't learn shit Swerve bitch, bet not be on my block tryna serve shit Why you tryna beef wit me yo goof ass from the burbs bitch Pistol to his mouth he stuttered stumbling on his words bitch Put your shit on the curb his brain look like he still ain't learn shit Time for me to spazz nigga Shout out my bro spazz nigga Go diss i ain't gon respond Thats yo ass nigga, tryna rob who Bitch please i'd be the last nigga Flipped out like a futon Jimmy neutron i'll blast niggas Is you mad nigga Iont honor no man with no badge nigga All i know is get cash nigga Stunt hard like my dad nigga Love living this life shorty I den earned my stripes like glad nigga All you gotta do is ask niggas Body bag fuck a casket nigga Them head shots, roll, roll rollin up on the dead opps Free leith out the bin It's probably what these niggas talk But they dead probably i don't know Nigga i ain't problem young blow Nigga hell nah im not going for one more cup Who said im poor Shorty i said two cups nigga i dont give two fucks about none of yall niggas See im just tryna turn up come through take one ups Some of yall niggas shorty we ain't drunk for that Niggas gonna feel sorry for that Make a nigga have a heart attack But we'll follow your back But my niggas with all of that gun fight fuck up all the macks Boy it's 2015 young nigga at the age of 15 Seen all kinds of shit whacking shit Putting niggas on the big screen When niggas talk that savage shit actually They dont even know what that shit mean I point and aim got a green beam That will turn a nigga to a stream beam It was 2015 and your young nigga's trying to fit in They dont even know what that shit mean Seen all kinds of shit whacking shit Putting niggas on the big screen When niggas talk that savage shit actually I point and aim got a green beam That will turn a nigga to a stream beam
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Shaquon Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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