Make It
Meechie
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Mr. Get Beat With The Mic Mr. Get Beat With The Mr. Get Beat With The Mic On the grind like I gotta make it Ain't sleep all night ian faking F*ck that pill no I don't wanna take it Roll me a wood and you know ima face it Off the migos baby ain't chasing Too many girls in the world can't chase it Hit em with lead, tell brodie erase it Down for the count got hit he ain't make it I was down, nobody called me Now i'm lit everybody wan call me They on Youtube and they say that they saw me, uh Bad lil bitch wan jaw me Don't know her name got me calling her barbie Just me and twin go to war for McCarly AOV that be the army, said he want smoke why that boy ain't alarm me We on they block spinning shit like a fidget, damn close range get hit in ya noggin We gon get em that shit he was popping, get beat with the mic or get hit with the rocket With a .two hundred and twenty-three brodie stopping and popping, hit his arm make it Pop out the socket I'm with the plugs ain't come with no socket, ion wan f*ck tell lil shawty to bop it Slime came home my young nigga sharked up Kel got shot in the V he was parked up New strain couldn't wait to get sparked up F*ck twelve, we shooting the narcs up I'm in the back with a glock with a switchy Swerv got a semi and Zah got a drizzy Hard headed the opps don't listen Catch em outside and I'm leaving him pissy She suck dick so I don't do the kissy Might get a peck cause she saying she miss me Gotta watch her cause she wasn't fucking with me and she f*ck with them who out to get Me But ian worried bout none of these niggas cause they had a chance and them niggas Ain't hit me F*ck a opp bitch, dick in her kidneys, passing her back she came back like a frisbee Big shiest season you know we extorting With the slimes they vipers like Orton Did it to who, not me niggas Horton Niggas not standing up for what's important Diss on the net tell them niggas to try me Headshot got em moving like zombie I'm on the run tell the feds come find me Bag on my head tell them bitches to buy me We walk up face shot like a ID Can't sleep I be thinking bout bodies Blood on my hand I was dreaming bout homis BIG CEO run the gang like Gotti Bitch I'm on hots got me clutching the uzi Gun gon squirt like a rose no Rubi Freak bitch ima nut on her boobies Say ima star ima sign on her booty Not talking money that's where you gon lose me It was me and T5 in the hoopty We was outside tryna catch us a bait, 12 got in the way now we fighting a case Spin this shit back around we ain't going that way They don't want it like me bitch I'm tryna get paid Slime got caught they was doing a raid But f*ck it he back home today
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