Lyrics

I'm-I'm-I'ma leave his body in a dump truck Shawty like an opp and I ain't getting cuffed up Pull up on my block and you know you getting muffed up You know I'm the buster I ain't ever trust her, no Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Ayy, huh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, yuh, ayy Bitch I'm a virus, huh, Corona Choppa gon' strike and it hit like a cobra Knife on the carpet with blood on the sofa In the kitchen, bitch, I'm whipping the coca Ay, he on the news, that nigga a poster I came with the tooly, I came with the toaster Slide on your bitch like I'm moving the coaster Built up boy, I don't even need to holster He want the static, lil' nigga, I'm busy She want the dick, I gave hеr my glizzy You is a nut, but this ain't no giffy I took a vault, you at a committee (Yuh) This is a Pump, this ain't no Tac If he talking he get shot in thе back Hollow tips, 30 clip in the Mac' Not your bitch so I took her right back (Yuh) Bitch, I'm a killer, I'll fuck up your nigga I'm sipping the Henny, I'm downing the liquor I'm fast on the hitter, come get it for dinner Come get you a plate, I'll serve you a liver (Ay) Your bitch sit right next to me Gave her some ecstasy Singing the melody Whip up the recipe Cook on the stove, I'm making the remedy Bitch, you not sweet, you say I'm that sesame Yeah, I did that shit Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, fuck I'ma leave his body in a dump truck Shorty like an opp and I ain't getting cuffed up Pull up on my block and you know you getting muffed up You know I'm the buster I ain't ever trust her, no I know that you saying that you hard, but you not On IG begging for the clout, but you flopped What's up, you lil' fish Come meet the chopstick Is it money or it's fame? I'm too agnostic Put me up on live, analyze that I'm the fairest I'm a Dr. Nefarious, she wanna tie it like a cherry stem (Shee) I ain't really 'bout it so I had to go embarrass 'em Shut ya damn mouth, you ain't carrying shit Yes, I'm the kid like Billy 40 to your knee, and I make you get silly It's one for the kitty, and two for the guap Three for the kid that be coming for my spot Hello, welcome to the table, no gimmicks You ain't say much but I spit out a limerick 40 yard dash, run it up like olympics Born a demigod, I belong on Olympus Shh, quiet, let the beat live, kid Gonna give the beat a lil' second before I kill it (Ha-ha-ha) Gonna give the beat a lil' second before I kill
Writer(s): Daniil Nesterenko, Nick Polito Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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