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talk shit
Spewing out their mouth, call it toxic
Wanna keep talking, get the drop kick
Bad Prophet bitch, dropping droplets
Know when to stop this
Bitch

get shot
By a boy with a gun with the rights of a cop
Fix the police
That shit's gotta stop
Your partner fucks up, make the handcuffs lock
Grow some

I’m geeked up I’m on molly
It’s gettin hot
Pull up in a drop, she wet like mop
Yo plug outta stock
Y’all guns be props
When the fuck I ever flop
Niggas

had to put
Em all on blast yea yea
Suicide doors what you gon do
Hop out the whip like a gun crew
Imma stay winnin you steady losin
Stuck with the same

quantize
Run through with a Ginsu and yell Banzai
Straight forward no flourishes
But you know my flow nourishes
Bars is 4Gs not for suckas with slow coverage

town
They suck til' I pass out
And leave me in crates
With the wretched and cursed

Everyone's walking with venom and strain
Machine gun mouths loaded,

the spouse
I'll pull out the gun Flavor Of Love
Don't make me spit in your mouth
It is Disrespectful uh it is not right
In the hood where fiends roam
Where

Posted by your porch waiting for the time to bust in
Bro sat me down put me on we call it buzzed in
Niggas talk a good one I was taught don't trust them

the don room
You dealing with a boss
Need to recognize
I be wrecking guys
All for the exercise
Big guns
They be threatened by the weapon size
See me coming

prayed
When I'm get preyed on
And betrayed
By my own fucking chained demons
Who the fuck should I even obey
My feelings so fucking evil
For the reasons

What's all this dumb ass shit about
Likkle youths chasing after clout
What moves faster your feet or mouth (Run)
What's the logic in popping missing

and not with your mouth come to find out 
That niggas be talking
We had them p's by the dead end
Fell in love with this wok ion need friends

Aww man
They

go by herself
You already know what my plan bout (Fuck outta here)
Fuckin' bitches at a video shoot
And puttin' my dick in a fans mouth (Huhhh)
Whoa!

whip for a lick lick
Yea no I already know its sick sick
War games picking up my weights cause I do dirty work instead ay
I don't need nothing nothing

bullets without a vest
Every bitch loved in the end I started to hate I make this music for them people I know can really Realate
Niggas on the run cops

worth to keep
Good for nothing
(Good for nothing)
A sack of heathens
(A sack of heathens)
Push a gun into my mouth
And pull the trigger
My existence

That that's what life's about, yeah, but I was wrong, wrong, wrong
Ain't I really smart? 'Cause that was really dumb, and so you moved on
And for a half

Hit em in the face
Bitch I got my weapon
Thats for disrespectin
Two gun shots
Send his ass to heaven
OKAY

a strap
That bitch got suicidal right after I came inside her mouth like
Wait, I'm like nah, something's stuck up in my craw (yeah!)
Get out my caddy,

on some shit you never heard about
This that shit you get by word of mouth
Them guys not plugged in
Them ones on the block
Probably won't tell you how

sit a prince
2 guns on me now I gotta glitch That shoot 10 to 6
By the time you realized what I Said it's gone be late as shit damn
I done super bowled

reaching for your bag
Snakes Jealous and sad

Little nigga
Don't fuck with me
Little nigga
Don't come next to me

Stacking the money they show
World ends

watch your mouth nigga ya' never know what you summon
It been too long, way too long, see I been running
Gotta' flight, go out for Vegas she tryna' see

the team boy go and pick a casket
Tisket for tasket
Send your ass back to hell in a hand basket
Don't you know we stretch money like elastic
Chewing gum fuck