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(Haha, wait bitch)
Got a blade in my backpack
I ain't doin' no cap rap
She suckin' and slobbin' you know this shit poppin' i'm bout a go backtrack (Haha)
She pullin' up right in a Honda I hop in they tell me I gotta relax
F*ck it i'm cuttin' his body i'm catchin' a homie i'm leavin' his noggin detached
Ima leave em' in a barrel! and i'm broke I don't worry bout apparel
Come and choke, Ima give her ass a bone no marrow
I'm the goat, call me cupid with a bow no arrow
I be poppin' and you not it when i'm flowing I be switchin'
And I be hearing that he bitchin' Ima do it in the studio
It's lookin' like i'm cookin' in the kitchen
I put a beat up in the skillet, then you know i'm bout a kill it
I'll distill it like it's water I ain't sip it
And let me tell you from a distance I ain't bitchin' if he talkin' Ima run it
Got a blade up in my backpack
I heard he dissin' but he cap rap
Run it through the gutter for my mother try to take it Ima clap back
And Ima f*ck her then I backtrack
Hit it from the back and when i'm bussin' Ima save it to my Snapchat
He talkin' but he cannot back that
Kick it with a few i'm bout a cut em' then I run off
I just got some tit pic's (Ha)
In the car make her lick dick, hit it everyday i'm bout a f*ck and then I dip shit
And I ain't tryna' run it if you playin'
I be goin' super sayin' he gone run up in my Dm's but i'm lit bitch
And Ima f*ck her in the telly' here we goin' is you ready
Got my meat up in her belly she be sick bitch
I'm bout a go off is you ready, when i'm flowin' it be steady
Ima go and get the fetti' take a pic' bitch (Wait)
Get a hoe make her lip lock, tell em' kick rocks
And put some pounds in a ziplock
Beggin' for my nut i'm bout a put it in her gut
And then we're leavin' Ima f*ck and then repeat it by the weekend
Talkin' in my Dm's when i'm runnin' to a bag, do the dash
I be focused on my feelings and my cash
Hit her ass, with a back shot this hittin' like a crack rock
Bad that, smackin' on that booty like a slap shot (yuh)
Ima run it til' i'm winnin' I remember I was trippin'
I was droppin' all them xannies in my Lipton
I don't pop em' anymore i'm steady focused
And i'm gifted Ima spit it, I been seeing all this shit it got me spinnin' (Yuh)
It got me spinnin' but i'm stayin' in my lane sniffin' cane
I don't f*ck with that it's feelin' really lame
He ain't hangin' he ain't bangin' he just tryna' be with gang
Hit a stain, he gone stutter when i'm askin' what he claim
Got a blade in my backpack
I ain't doin' no cap rap
She suckin' and slobbin' you know this shit poppin' i'm bout a go backtrack
She pullin' up right in a Honda I hop in they tell me I gotta relax
F*ck it i'm cuttin' his body i'm catchin' a homie
I'm leavin' his noggin detached
Bitch Ima hit em' with a tank
And he broke so his weed don't stank
He be talkin' bout that action but his ego sank
I ain't really with the acting on the scene I don't wait
Tell my Mama I love her but i'll be coming home late
Cause i'm bout a be creepin'
He talkin' some shit he'll be dead by the weekend
I jump out the bushes he bout a be tweakin' he talk for no reason
I'm cutting his body to pieces

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