He flippin' the bricks
55 thousand my wrist
Run up on me get dismissed
He ain't bout shit
Little nigga he a bitch
You is a poodle I'm pit
He flippin' the bricks
55 thousand my wrist
Run up on me get dismissed
He ain't bout shit
Little nigga he a bitch
You is a poodle I'm pit
Run up like this
Couple thousand on my fit
Nigga sent shot but he missed
He tried to diss
But he is a little bitch
Nigga don't be making hits
Yo shit is fake
Lame ass nigga is 2 faced
20k less than a day
I get the bread
While you niggas lay in bed
Look at the money I spread
Yo career dead
Lyrics written not off head
Stomp you in my infrared
You niggas be lame
Faking shit it is a shame
But I guess I cannot blame
I spit these flames
You missed but I got the aim
Sorry but I don't drop names
That shit for clout
That is not what I'm about
I just wanna call you out
Bitch I'm not human
I'm throwing bullets like Newton
Hittin' niggas while they movin'
You niggas losing
Bitch I see what you is doing
Bitch I don't f*ck with yo movement
My music amusement
Yo shit pollution
Hearing my music that shit it be booming
Run up on me that's yo life
55 thousand on ice
I just wan' f*ck cannot wife
F*ck with me we don't play nice
55 thousand my wrist
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Yous a bitch, bitch
Aye
Yeah
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Run up on me get dismissed bitch
Aye
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Yeah
That nigga tried run up and fight
But I got the gun bitch you will not see the light
I got hands but you don't know because I don't fight
You run up on me I got that bat teach you right
Ha
Run up on me you amusing
I don't listen to yo music
All of you niggas be stupid
Your career I'm finna ruin
Run up on me that's yo life
50 thousand that's on ice
I don't care about the price
Tryna beef then it's goodnight
You a faggot like Dwight
Bitch I be takin yo wife
Run up on me with a knife
But I be carrying pipe
See you in the afterlife
Running this shit I am hype
Ha
Throwing the B's and the C's I don't bang
Brothers and cousins that's all that can hang
Play with my brother you know he insane
2 shots the kidney and 1 to yo brain
You know he my brother don't f*ck with lil plinn
That nigga go crazy shoot shots at yo friend
Faggot ass nigga you look like a Ben
I'm sorry for you but this is not the end
Bitch
TrapFace-E - The End Pt1 Lyrics
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He flippin' the bricks
55 thousand my wrist
Run up on me get dismissed
He ain't bout shit
Little nigga he a bitch
You is a poodle I'm pit
He flippin' the bricks
55 thousand my wrist
Run up on me get dismissed
He ain't bout shit
Little nigga he a bitch
You is a poodle I'm pit
Run up like this
Couple thousand on my fit
Nigga sent shot but he missed
He tried to diss
But he is a little bitch
Nigga don't be making hits
Yo shit is fake
Lame ass nigga is 2 faced
20k less than a day
I get the bread
While you niggas lay in bed
Look at the money I spread
Yo career dead
Lyrics written not off head
Stomp you in my infrared
You niggas be lame
Faking shit it is a shame
But I guess I cannot blame
I spit these flames
You missed but I got the aim
Sorry but I don't drop names
That shit for clout
That is not what I'm about
I just wanna call you out
Bitch I'm not human
I'm throwing bullets like Newton
Hittin' niggas while they movin'
You niggas losing
Bitch I see what you is doing
Bitch I don't f*ck with yo movement
My music amusement
Yo shit pollution
Hearing my music that shit it be booming
Run up on me that's yo life
55 thousand on ice
I just wan' f*ck cannot wife
F*ck with me we don't play nice
55 thousand my wrist
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Yous a bitch, bitch
Aye
Yeah
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Run up on me get dismissed bitch
Aye
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Yeah
That nigga tried run up and fight
But I got the gun bitch you will not see the light
I got hands but you don't know because I don't fight
You run up on me I got that bat teach you right
Ha
Run up on me you amusing
I don't listen to yo music
All of you niggas be stupid
Your career I'm finna ruin
Run up on me that's yo life
50 thousand that's on ice
I don't care about the price
Tryna beef then it's goodnight
You a faggot like Dwight
Bitch I be takin yo wife
Run up on me with a knife
But I be carrying pipe
See you in the afterlife
Running this shit I am hype
Ha
Throwing the B's and the C's I don't bang
Brothers and cousins that's all that can hang
Play with my brother you know he insane
2 shots the kidney and 1 to yo brain
You know he my brother don't f*ck with lil plinn
That nigga go crazy shoot shots at yo friend
Faggot ass nigga you look like a Ben
I'm sorry for you but this is not the end
Bitch
55 thousand my wrist
Run up on me get dismissed
He ain't bout shit
Little nigga he a bitch
You is a poodle I'm pit
He flippin' the bricks
55 thousand my wrist
Run up on me get dismissed
He ain't bout shit
Little nigga he a bitch
You is a poodle I'm pit
Run up like this
Couple thousand on my fit
Nigga sent shot but he missed
He tried to diss
But he is a little bitch
Nigga don't be making hits
Yo shit is fake
Lame ass nigga is 2 faced
20k less than a day
I get the bread
While you niggas lay in bed
Look at the money I spread
Yo career dead
Lyrics written not off head
Stomp you in my infrared
You niggas be lame
Faking shit it is a shame
But I guess I cannot blame
I spit these flames
You missed but I got the aim
Sorry but I don't drop names
That shit for clout
That is not what I'm about
I just wanna call you out
Bitch I'm not human
I'm throwing bullets like Newton
Hittin' niggas while they movin'
You niggas losing
Bitch I see what you is doing
Bitch I don't f*ck with yo movement
My music amusement
Yo shit pollution
Hearing my music that shit it be booming
Run up on me that's yo life
55 thousand on ice
I just wan' f*ck cannot wife
F*ck with me we don't play nice
55 thousand my wrist
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Yous a bitch, bitch
Aye
Yeah
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Run up on me get dismissed bitch
Aye
Tryna fight me yous a bitch
Yeah
That nigga tried run up and fight
But I got the gun bitch you will not see the light
I got hands but you don't know because I don't fight
You run up on me I got that bat teach you right
Ha
Run up on me you amusing
I don't listen to yo music
All of you niggas be stupid
Your career I'm finna ruin
Run up on me that's yo life
50 thousand that's on ice
I don't care about the price
Tryna beef then it's goodnight
You a faggot like Dwight
Bitch I be takin yo wife
Run up on me with a knife
But I be carrying pipe
See you in the afterlife
Running this shit I am hype
Ha
Throwing the B's and the C's I don't bang
Brothers and cousins that's all that can hang
Play with my brother you know he insane
2 shots the kidney and 1 to yo brain
You know he my brother don't f*ck with lil plinn
That nigga go crazy shoot shots at yo friend
Faggot ass nigga you look like a Ben
I'm sorry for you but this is not the end
Bitch
Writer: Elijah Tucker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid