Same Song
Reject da Illest, Mookster
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(Reuel Stop playing with these niggas) Too many pills, shit gettin’ real, hold on Talk to me how you talk to God or shut the f*ck up You know how I’m coming I’m tired of running out of bullets, how you ain’t tired of running? This could be a baby party, I’ma still sneak a gun in Brung sticks to the fight but this is not a nun-chuck Bae ain’t cheat on me or nothing but bitch I’m still finna dump it F*ck Glizzy Dance, I got this big bitch in here krumping F*ck a ceiling fan, I’m blowing shit down if I up it A minute man, but she’ll be coming back for seconds with money, damn Fucked around and popped too many pills and found my sound Got the city lit, they on my dick ’cause I’m droppin’ now If I’m on yo’ ass then hell naw we can’t talk it out We don’t shoot out cars, park this bitch, we finna walk him down My family turn my music off, my fans turn me up Local rappers dick sucking, see my views going up Talking jazzy in them raps, you gotta’ show me that you tough The dick up on the glock horny, finna make it bust Skinny jeans and all but I still keep the rocket He tryna be Mook, Fenny need to stop it If he the plug then I’m knocking off the socket Check Gilla cam, we the trending topic Gun blowing like the fuckin’ wind I don’t know how to lose Bitch I’m God, so you know heaven filled with prostitutes Ain’t talking ‘bout no fuckin’ dice game, who tryna shoot? She hold D, she got balls, bitches tryna hoop Tried to count me out, that was dumb, now I’m going up Nigga want a feature, send deposit, I ain’t showing love Brodie snuck the gun up in the party now he acting up He don’t need no Lyft, bitch the ambulance gon’ pick him up Reject at my crib hot as hell, he on the dark web I ain’t even tripping, brodie good, he changed his vpn Educators hit at three, ain’t got no time for going in My bitch got caught for fraud but on my Momma she gon’ swipe again Stretch him like pilates, I ain’t talking ‘bout no fitness Caught a body up on camera, took the tape, and killed the witness Got this bitch punching these cards I beat her ass she miss a digit Tried to tell ‘em how I’m coming but these niggas they ain’t listen Tell a bitch, I’m Mook, Mook Make a bitch wiggle like a loose tooth I just popped a roller, I’m a loose screw Went and pierced my nose, I feel like Pac, I got the juice Slap her in the face with my dick, knock out her tooth Heard me rap, start selling pussy, I ain’t ask her to Caught every single body by myself, f*ck a crew Nigga unball yo’ motherfuckin’ fist unless they shoot Look, live with depression so I wake up suicidal Bitch, God can’t Reject da Illest, throw up on the bible Bitch died tryna take it in her ass, she a fighter Way she beat this mu’fucka, think she getting a title But she not though, tell that bitch choo, choo You liked getting slutted out? I do too Boy put that shit up that’s a deuce, deuce Keep Toolie with me bitch, ‘cause my screws loose Why he buy a gun if he ain’t never finna shoot it Only way I’m voting, they legalizing prostitution F*ck a bitch on snap, I bust too quick to make a movie It’s the middle of the song I bet this bitch got you moving Ooh, bet this bitch got you geeked If my Brodie ever fall I put my nigga on his feet Wear a mask and take yo’ goodies but this not no trick or treat And I’m knowing this nigga vegan he don’t really want no beef Damn, jaggin’ on the highway, driving stupid, we gon’ die bitch This perfect, make sure you looking in my eyes bitch Playing with the wood on her neck, this ain’t no violin Walked off, but came back with whip like a white man I don’t know shit about plumbing but snuck the pipe in Talking crazy, tryna fight, ooh he think he Tyson Metal pressing to his fuckin’ chest but he ain’t icy Had a attitude out of town now she hitchhiking, bitch And you know I'm in... hold on, Reject, say it, (hold on) And you know I'm in this bitch dancing, hold on, hold on I’m a walking check, yeah I made the bitch cash me Ugh, I made the bitch nasty, hold on wait, nasty ass Swallowed everything, made the bitch happy, f*ck Pulling on her weave, now her shit nappy You gotta fade me out I’m a keep going ........ Standing on these hoes, and they back cracking I’m finna hit the fuckin’ road, bitch it’s back crackin’
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Written by: Mookster, Reject da Illest, Guap God Kraft, Reuel StopPlaying
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