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Hector Rodriguez
Hector Rodriguez
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歌詞

I don't fool with these ****, I ain't cool with these ****
I used to wanna build I'm upping tools on these ****
Was tired of teaching lessons, back to school all these ****
Heard they sleeping too, I guess I'll knock the drool off these ****
It's the top speaking, number one with nines that leave your top leaking
Stop breathing, the way I pump your chest it leave the doc geeking
**** love to talk about that spot, but we is not even
Half you **** pussy anyway, I'll leave the block bleeding
It's red rum at red lights, you caught in traffic
Got a fully automatic and I pack it for the static
You rappers mad pathetic, I don't fuck with none of y'all
I'm glad I said it, **** wanna talk, they shit about Hec like he ain't battle tested
Y'all on some bitch shit, I done kept it hush, I kept my lips zipped
Drum on that Tommy gun, I guess that bitch got big tits
You's a fuckboy, your favorite rapper, fuck boys too
And y'all just ride that **** hard, so you's a fuckboy crew, huh
See my silence was a big favor, squad full of risk takers
Might call my cousin AP, cause he a wrist taker
Might take your watch with your arm attached, pardon that
Pop up where your mama at and give your ass a heart attack
I got more heart than that, I swear I got compassion in my soul
But if a **** try to play me, then that **** gotta go
It's like the time that **** thought he ain't gon' pay me for that show
Or that other **** dissing, trying to claim that he the bro
****, fuck y'all, I'm never ducking smoke, I'm finna puff y'all
And put y'all in a ashtray, cause I just had a bad day
**** think they villains, but this life shit ain't no comic book
They'll put you in that ground just to see just how your mama look
In all black, tweaking better fall back
You try, but you ain't on that, just stay where you belong at
I don't make threats, I make guarantees
Might just check my Shopify and see your face up on a tee
All my dogs is big steppers, they some first person shooters
They might aim at your medula, Y'all just rowdy on computers
I feel like NLE, chopping shit up, y'all **** best believe
Desperately, y'all **** need a shot, y'all can't mess with me
It's GRE, I'm out in NYC, I'm yelling SMD
That's your bitch, but she my little baby, she like, yes indeed
I'm just talking shit, don't let me get you and your feelings
I ain't trying to make no problems, I'm just trying to make a million
Keep a full equipped with hollow tips, I'm trying to make a killing
Got a young'un calling Rockefeller, cuz he into drilling
Shit, you said we like blood, but that shit could get to spilling
Ain't no saving what we got between us, time to meet the villain, ****
I don't see no heroes riding around through the slums
I looked up to villains, man, cuz that's just what it was
I done been betrayed and I don't know who else to trust
I been feeling hate and I just wanna feel the love
They say you're not a killer till you kill somebody you love
And I killed my love for a few people
Does that make me a killer
Written by: Hector Rodriguez
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