Drone Strike (feat. Do Not Resurrect)

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Cyanide and acid
Got her tongue all on the tablet
God i love my ladies nasty
It’s too bad she got a habit
Toting dicks, you pussies flaccid
I’m jurassic with the ratchet
Acting bad’ll get you splattered
Don’t no bastard want this static
That’s dramatic bring the drama
I’m dumping all on yo mama
I keep the piece dahli lama
I keep that heat like some lava
I need to be stacking commas
Indeed i be like a bomber
Obama should come and drop me on all of you motherfuckers
That's a drone strike
Got it for the low right
Shawty know i tote pipe
Got it on my own right
Gut em with a road spike
Molly for them hoes like
Bodies on the floor die
Thought i was alone sike
It’s a problem when i pop out
Shooting, i’m abusing you
Loopier than frooty loops
Asking who i am i say that nigga that you losing to
Tell her bring that booty through
Do it like a hula hoop
Shove a fucking groupie dude
Show em what this uzi do
I don’t mean to brag and i won’t cause any panic
But yo bitch has got my dick just standing stiff as a mannequin
It’s insane all that i’ve gained all off them hits that i'm damaging
Grab a blade cut off his face, you hear a bang then i vanish bitch
Ain’t never fucking with a Broward hoe
Cause all my bitches foreign
Swear them local does be boring
Dispose of the ones that lurk
Bitch I be sliding and I’m slurring
In my visions reoccurrence
All the plays the ruckus promises
No bitches as accomplices
I’m riding don’t need another hoe to be on my case
We want the shit we don’t have
The icing wit that whole cake
Bitch ima ape and I’ll rip the disrespectful look off your face
Pray you within heavens grace
Lest all you break like a vase
This ruckus drone strike
ODB the dark night,
Dominic da horse white
Kurry built like all might
Resurrect he tote pipe
Got it on his own right
Bodies on the floor die
Fucking wit the clique don’t get it twisted
All you bitches on a listing
I eat the clit like it’s thanksgiving
This ain’t how I make my livings
Change the lives of all you vixens
Need no match cause I’m the heater
ODB just aims to please her
F*ck a 3.8 and 4.5
My words is bullets
You gon die bitch
Remember that a pussy hoe could never in they life bitch
My foreign got no iPhone so I hit her up on Skype
The foundation of the ruckus is contractual so sign bitch
Seek pity for these welp
We lifting niggas that be lost, boy
I hit the gas so i’m coming straight up through ya roof
If you ain’t in my class you get smashed i fucked up this booth
I don’t come in last do the math yuh i’m off the boof
We gon bring the mass to your past yuh we coming through
I just keep the pressure low
I don’t wanna f*ck with you
But you steady flexin' tho
This drama ain’t a game for two
Yuh
Bitch i’m running thru the jungle
And i’m killing shit like trundle
You will never catch my blunder
Ima watch you peons sunder
F*ck yeah nigga I bring the rukus to your trap
All my shooters round me and you know they keep the gat
I attack
Bitch ima blow out your back
Slide on my side we gon keep it under wrap
I don’t cap
You gon see me banging with the bat
Ima keep this new shit under wrap
You gon see me banging with the bat
Ima keep this new shit under wrap, under mothafucking wrap
On my mama boy

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