Lyrics

Yeah, what? What? It's what? Yeah, uh, yeah (C-C-C-C-Combo Breaker) What? Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, one, two, three .45 stand tall leave ya ass six feet Short nigga die long should of never dissed me Google Chrome that username and check my fucking history Guaranteed you sending shots I guarantee they miss me Niggas tryna cook beef I'm hungry for that mincemeat I keep a cannon on me perfect picture when yo ship sink Hope that make it click for you ain't no need for clickbait I know it must be difficult to promo all them mistakes Damn that was a mistake, I really meant yo mixtape She gonna gimme noggin while I autograph her tits, face Flow like water fall it always spills into its fixed shape I might need a ski mask 'cause I'm taking all yo shit away All yo shit away, nigga, get up out my face Every single time I see you Tweet some shit, I know it's fake Everybody wanna see some beef with me, I know that shit Why you wanna try me, nigga? You don't know what's up my, uh What's that up my sleeves? Disillusion and confusion Death grips on my knees Don't be stupid, keep it moving Hut cadet at ease My whole fan base like a unit Trigger pull then squeeze Bloody pulp all natural juicing Slide on you like roller skates that's cut up ice yo rollie fake I memorize your license plate have intel locate your estate Where yo family stay, yah Watch y'all separate While I demonstrate This whole torture chamber Bounded to your family circle triangulate all emotion locked yo cap Like keyboard frozen stop you in them tracks you posted That's yo family's fate Watch y'all separate Boy you bantamweight Disappear like phantoms
Writer(s): Alexander Pires Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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