HITSONLOCK BOY

(Night Owl Noises)

Bow Bow

Shooter in real life

You thought I'm just a rapper

Say you live that life

But we know you **** capping

You just talking shit

You ain't really about that action (PUSSSSYYYY)

Keep on talking shit

And My **** get to blasting

Be afraid my ****

Be Very very afraid

Be afraid my ****

Be Very very afraid

Google search the names my **** don't play no games

Be afraid my ****

Be Very very afraid

Fucking up her mind

And I'm fucking up her pussy

Running red lights

Bitch I'm doing hella crime

Focus on yourself

**** Imma get mines

Sunday to Sunday

You know I'm always on my grind

Sun up to Sun set

I cannot keep no track of time

The way she shake that ass

She gon make me come quick

The way she sucking dick

It's so fucking lit

Bad boy shit

Are you ready to die

I ain't got no shame

**** Imma ride that bus

You got a better chance

Playing the lottery

Than playing with us

I did that shot for free

It was personal to me

Staked out for like 5 hours

Outside his crib

Started to fall asleep

Shooter in real life

You thought I'm just a rapper

Say you live that life

But we know you **** capping

You just talking shit

You ain't really about that action (PUSSSSYYYY)

Keep on talking shit

And My **** get to blasting

Be afraid my ****

Be Very very afraid

Be afraid my ****

Be Very very afraid

Google search the names my **** don't play no games

Be afraid my ****

Be Very very afraid

You **** bitches

You ****

You **** bitches

You **** bitches

On some real shit

You some bitches

You **** hoes

On some real shit

You some bitches

You **** snitching on you **** fickle

Triman stack this paper to the max like some Pringles

I fuck her from the back

I like her ass it got some dimples

I ain't mainstream but popping like a pimple

I make it rain on these hoes make it drizzle

**** you incompetent

It's really that simple

Pyongyang Beijing Denver

Medellin Lima

Nairobi Pittsburgh

I'm swerving cross the globe

You Don't worry bout my net worth

Good in every hood

I got signal

I got network

This ain't no coercion

Bitch its fucking real

I got WMD's

What would Micheal Magz do

If he was me

Protected by the Holy Spirit

Missed calls the trilogy

Gave you **** minutes

Bitches talking shit

Warned you hoes you should quit it

**** ain't working and they hating they some bitches

Do it for the real ones

I do it for the fam

Trap phone stay ringing

They call me on my cell

She saying a lot of shit

But Her name don't ring a bell

I became the rapper

At least I'll be turning in hell

Couldn't give a fuck

You can cancel me like Kellz

Couldn't give a fuck

I was cancelled I was 12

Wish you best of luck

You're gonna need some help

This shit wasn't easy

I did it by myself

You **** wanted us dead

Guess who's laughing now

Sloppy Joe Budden

On your podcast you do a terrible job

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