Death Notes

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Realism


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Big choppa big drum
We shoot they run
Like opps want me dead
Shots through they head
Bitch I'm on a money run so talk to my bread
Why they wanna act like Ed I'm on my Double D
Call yo bitch up play them titties like some Double D's
F*ck her wrist up with a razor she so industry
I don't need to shoot a laser she been on my scene

She got a pistol off of her mental
Run with the diamonds you know it's a fistful
Got a big lisp with a big grip
When she shoot don't miss whoa stab like pencil
Actin out she still on my throne
Dick like Myers call it Michael
I wrote her name up in my Death Note
She screwed into my head like lightbulb
I don't know what the future holds
Now our boat don't row
We f*ck like some animals she took all that I owned
I don't really wanna see her
Her voice already in my speakers
Suck my aura like a fucking leacher
Now she speakin out just like a Preacher
I walk without her in my fucking life
I got a bag I'm steady on my rise

Big choppa big drum
We shoot they run
Like opps want me dead
Shots through they head
Bitch I'm on a money run so talk to my bread
Why they wanna act like Ed I'm on my Double D
Call yo bitch up play them titties like some Double D's
F*ck her wrist up with a razor she so industry
I need to shoot a laser she been on my scene

Skrt skrt in that ratti ratti
Big burp out come all my violence
Thanos when I snap in
Diamons dancin beam up on a wrist
Ethereal glow you shoot you miss
Emperial home where I exist
I just be choppin they blicks
Samurai blade it might cut yo dick
Double my cup so you can't win
Say you be killing shit bitch that's a ruse
I'm shooting first so you know I can't lose
Diamonds be flashy embedded in tooth
I got long barrel shot up like a Priest In Peril
I need new drip so I cop some new apparel
I'm biting up a bitches neck cause I'm too feral
She got that blood drop tear tatted
Bitch bend over backwards show me all that talent

Big choppa big drum
We shoot they run
Like opps want me dead
Shots through they head
Bitch I'm on a money run so talk to my bread
Why they wanna act like Ed I'm on my Double D
Call yo bitch up play them titties like some Double D's
F*ck her wrist up with a razor she so industry
I don't need to shoot a laser she been on my scene

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Written by: Tyler Greneveld

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