Fuck Dat Boii
YND Honcho
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Loaded as hell, can't comprehend Like what you telling me? You know what it is, for all them niggas plottin' on killin' me Can't come back a victim Imma kill 'em 'fore they take my momma son Know I'm thuggin', nigga f*ck it Bitch my grandma tote a gun Get yo shake back, bitch you run Brand new opp pack, this not runts Don't stop hittin' 'til my gun done When a bitch nigga run, that make shit fun Know I'm the don, the only one Uppin' that chopper, she hear when it come Knock 'em all down, like one by one Get hit wit' that pole infront of yo son Forever on some shooter shit I really do this shit You better check my background, I'm known for shooting movies bitch Tolerate no foolishness, we smoke on that dead guy Since yo brother high as f*ck, I hope that his wings fly What's the purpose? Try to creep and get yo legs knocked off We got plenty bodies, you can play and get yo head knocked off I got that drac, you got that switch, I bet that you don't want a stand-off Nigga it's that murder gang, we who knock yo mans off (Huh, huh, call the reaper) (Huh, uh, call the people) (Uh, uh, demons 'round me) (Yeah, yeah, I see evil) (Shit) (Uh, uh, nigga if my brother die I'm his soul keeper) (Uh, uh, it's a funeral home, we got sticks nigga, like old people) Loaded as hell, can't comprehend Like what you telling me? You know what it is, for all them niggas plottin' on killin' me Can't come back a victim Imma kill 'em 'fore they take my momma son Know I'm thuggin', nigga f*ck it Bitch my grandma tote a gun Get yo shake back, bitch you run Brand new opp pack, this not runts Don't stop hittin' 'til my gun done When a bitch nigga run, that make shit fun Know I'm the don, the only one Uppin' that chopper, she hear when it come Knock 'em all down, like one by one Get hit wit' that pole infront of yo son I just had a talk wit' cuz He said another one just dropped, he just want blood Crash artists make a scene inside the club Shoutout Ruger, shoutout Sunny, shoutout Club NFL, that's No Fake Love Loaded as hell, can't comprehend Like what you telling me? You know what it is, for all them niggas plottin' on killin' me Can't come back a victim Imma kill 'em 'fore they take my momma son Know I'm thuggin', nigga f*ck it Bitch my grandma tote a gun Get yo shake back, bitch you run Brand new opp pack, this not runts Don't stop hittin' 'til my gun done When a bitch nigga run, that make shit fun Know I'm the don, the only one Uppin' that chopper, she hear when it come Knock 'em all down, like one by one Get hit wit' that pole infront of yo son We bring that gangsta shit in 3D Like a TV, you gon' see me Bullets comin' back to back, this for auto, this bitch repeat Uh uh, you want play nigga, yeah Bitch and you gon' make the news Change states nigga, I got that bag what I could do Yeah nigga, bitch, in 2020 we takin' over big 2022 nigga, you know it Yeah, and I'm still on that same shit bitch I'm still living that same life Still blowing that pipe every time I see a bitch ass nigga Yeah, spit facts pussy
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