Bleachers

Okay I heard some pussies talkin like they really sparkin shit

Your homie got smoked you ain’t sparking shit

And you know who did boy that shit is sad to me

Pull the burner out they get the running like some athletes

Ionnnnn give a fuck about a bitch I want a bag for me

And I got some players on my team yeah that’ll bat for me

Everywhere I go you know devour he be packing heat

Scary like some baphomeets

Oops I meant some baphomets

Fresher than some peppermints

HMMMMMMMM

I’m ridin round wit my weapon

Riding around wit tray five sevens

I pull it out then I fyaaaa weapons

Like BRATTT!

Watch it gon kick back

His dome yeah I’m fina split that

Hit a lick wit the squad then split that

casket made his momma kiss that

Muahhh

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Pre-

See me, I would rather shoot b4 I run

I’m weak, pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton

I told you mofuckas you should try & do what we Done

Go get your Mula up and make a million dollars while you young

Okay I’m countin up this money til my fingers hurt

You ain’t in the field you in the bleachers sir

You ain’t bout it you just talkin you a preacher sir

Ain’t no place like home but see back home there be some leechers sir

Yo bitch a bopperoni she look like a creature sir

And no you pussies yall could never get a feature sir

My pockets deep and they just getting deeper sir

I spazz on beats my pockets deep they getting deeper sir

What’s to talk about,

He was talking crazy so I socked hem in his fuckin mouf

What’s the chat about

you know I’m fina chalk em out if I pull this blammmer out

Ayeee

Life really challenged me

Almost lost my sanity

I was filled with agony

bitch im gon prevail, charged up like a battery

I ain’t fabricating nothing boy this my reality.

See me, I would rather shoot b4 I run

I’m weak, pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton

I told you mofuckas you should try & do what we Done

Go get your Money up and make a million dollars while you young

Okay I’m countin up this money til my fingers hurt

You ain’t in the field you in the bleachers sir

You ain’t bout it you just talkin you a preacher sir

Ain’t no place like home but see back home there be some leechers sir

Yo bitch a bopperoni she look like a creature sir

And no you pussies yall could never get a feature sir

My pockets deep and they just getting deeper sir

I spazz on beats my pockets deep they getting deeper sir