His ego facing them damages
No that nigga can't handle it
He should've watched for the name he was slandering
That boy in need of some mother f*cking bandages
Don't give a f*ck about you I can manage it
I just be up in my room smoking cannabis
He talking shit but I am not gonna answer it
I f*ck his girl now she feeling so glamorous
Pocket rocket, got me shooting at all of you
Fortify it when I'm pulling up
Pussy turn more compliant when I'm suited up
Bitch I am more defiant when I'm shooting them
You won't see us with no headlights
We light him up like the gas price
You not my homie you gon' die
Ima make sure to end his life
How're you 24, no job
Telling me to grow up, looking like you don't jog
Then you wouldn't even pull up
When I told you run ones but this shit go on
Bitch I'm so sick of it
When I fight you I won't even need the clip
Matter of fact I won't even need the clique
Cause you're gonna mother f*cking meet my fist
We're not the same, bitch I clock in then I clock out
Nigga you pussy you know you'll get dropped down
You don't wanna fight me cause I'll knock you the f*ck out
Painting the walls with his blood need a mop now
Bitch I didn't stutter, you heard what I said
Was wearing all white but I'm painting it red
Banana clip bullets they meeting his head
I don't f*ck with you because you a fed
Bitch I'm on my grind and I can never f*cking settle
Said you wanna fight me but Ima hit you with the metal
If I see you in the street then Ima step down on the pedal
I think you steady talking shit because you're not on my level
I think he jealous, that's just the usual
You gonna die, working the cubical
You not a man, and that shit is provable
I took his girl, and that pussy is suitable
His ego facing them damages
No that nigga can't handle it
He should've watched for the name he was slandering
That boy in need of some mother f*cking bandages
Don't give a f*ck about you I can manage it
I just be up in my room smoking cannabis
He talking shit but I am not gonna answer it
I f*ck his girl now she feeling so glamorous
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His ego facing them damages
No that nigga can't handle it
He should've watched for the name he was slandering
That boy in need of some mother f*cking bandages
Don't give a f*ck about you I can manage it
I just be up in my room smoking cannabis
He talking shit but I am not gonna answer it
I f*ck his girl now she feeling so glamorous
Pocket rocket, got me shooting at all of you
Fortify it when I'm pulling up
Pussy turn more compliant when I'm suited up
Bitch I am more defiant when I'm shooting them
You won't see us with no headlights
We light him up like the gas price
You not my homie you gon' die
Ima make sure to end his life
How're you 24, no job
Telling me to grow up, looking like you don't jog
Then you wouldn't even pull up
When I told you run ones but this shit go on
Bitch I'm so sick of it
When I fight you I won't even need the clip
Matter of fact I won't even need the clique
Cause you're gonna mother f*cking meet my fist
We're not the same, bitch I clock in then I clock out
Nigga you pussy you know you'll get dropped down
You don't wanna fight me cause I'll knock you the f*ck out
Painting the walls with his blood need a mop now
Bitch I didn't stutter, you heard what I said
Was wearing all white but I'm painting it red
Banana clip bullets they meeting his head
I don't f*ck with you because you a fed
Bitch I'm on my grind and I can never f*cking settle
Said you wanna fight me but Ima hit you with the metal
If I see you in the street then Ima step down on the pedal
I think you steady talking shit because you're not on my level
I think he jealous, that's just the usual
You gonna die, working the cubical
You not a man, and that shit is provable
I took his girl, and that pussy is suitable
His ego facing them damages
No that nigga can't handle it
He should've watched for the name he was slandering
That boy in need of some mother f*cking bandages
Don't give a f*ck about you I can manage it
I just be up in my room smoking cannabis
He talking shit but I am not gonna answer it
I f*ck his girl now she feeling so glamorous
No that nigga can't handle it
He should've watched for the name he was slandering
That boy in need of some mother f*cking bandages
Don't give a f*ck about you I can manage it
I just be up in my room smoking cannabis
He talking shit but I am not gonna answer it
I f*ck his girl now she feeling so glamorous
Pocket rocket, got me shooting at all of you
Fortify it when I'm pulling up
Pussy turn more compliant when I'm suited up
Bitch I am more defiant when I'm shooting them
You won't see us with no headlights
We light him up like the gas price
You not my homie you gon' die
Ima make sure to end his life
How're you 24, no job
Telling me to grow up, looking like you don't jog
Then you wouldn't even pull up
When I told you run ones but this shit go on
Bitch I'm so sick of it
When I fight you I won't even need the clip
Matter of fact I won't even need the clique
Cause you're gonna mother f*cking meet my fist
We're not the same, bitch I clock in then I clock out
Nigga you pussy you know you'll get dropped down
You don't wanna fight me cause I'll knock you the f*ck out
Painting the walls with his blood need a mop now
Bitch I didn't stutter, you heard what I said
Was wearing all white but I'm painting it red
Banana clip bullets they meeting his head
I don't f*ck with you because you a fed
Bitch I'm on my grind and I can never f*cking settle
Said you wanna fight me but Ima hit you with the metal
If I see you in the street then Ima step down on the pedal
I think you steady talking shit because you're not on my level
I think he jealous, that's just the usual
You gonna die, working the cubical
You not a man, and that shit is provable
I took his girl, and that pussy is suitable
His ego facing them damages
No that nigga can't handle it
He should've watched for the name he was slandering
That boy in need of some mother f*cking bandages
Don't give a f*ck about you I can manage it
I just be up in my room smoking cannabis
He talking shit but I am not gonna answer it
I f*ck his girl now she feeling so glamorous
Writer: Chris L
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