Diablo Azul (feat. KSG & 1400Casper)

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King Spencer Pace

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Double drummed gun
You aint come where I come from
Thousand hundred ones
Like I touched it up in London
Wrapping up my hands
Cuz The Who just found someone
Always steady with the pump
Always ready for destruction
911 Porsche When I pull up to the function
Nice leather interior, you can't touch this
He waving red flags, that aint finna bring him justice
The question is when, I aint ever asking what if
Thousands hundred bands wrapped up in the tote bag
Opps on me, I aint giving out toe tags
So sad, bitch bad, I aint waving no flags
Goku, go crazy, I go spazz
Running up more checks then all the fucking popes had
Turned out it to mountain cuz I really let the snow stack
Sold his gun, he aint finna get the scope back
Asa wya, man I need the emo rap
F*ck a message in the rap, cuz the trap is what commissions me
I'm fighting for that justice, and I'm tryna serve it instantly
I be fighting like a mf boat in the vicious sea
Everything you see I won, and plus I brought yo bitch with me
Support my needs with the green, so efficiently
If I was in a penitentiary aint nobody missing me
But when Im in the cemetery everybody visits me
And that's some trickery foolish shit but I don't let it get to me
Stop talking, bitch Im tryna hear the bass hit
Kick drums make is sound like yo face split
AA in the back, babies on her back, greatness on the track
But Im really trying not to embrace it
I be higher than a space ship, face it
Aren't you glad I made it, dropout graduated
Ima grammy nominated, in the making
I watied and waited with patience, when the thrones mine I take it
Double drummed gun
You aint come where I come from
Thousand hundred ones
Like I touched it up in London
Wrapping up my hands
Cuz The Who just found someone
Always steady with the pump
Always ready for destruction
911 Porsche When I pull up to the function
Nice leather interior, you can't touch this
He waving red flags, that aint finna bring him justice
The question is when, I aint ever asking what if
Double drummed gun
You aint come where I come from
Thousand hundred ones
Like I touched it up in London
Wrapping up my hands
Cuz The Who just found someone
Always steady with the pump
Always ready for destruction
I don't talk nice bitch I rap rude, bitch I rap rude
I don't talk nice bitch I rap rude
How you blowing up, Im that dude
He said he wasn't scared but took off in some runnin' shoes
Call his bitch an extra punk cuz she a fuckin' 1 or 2
Oh my god, I ain't stoppin'
My girl died her hair I think she Dennis Rodman
I got the punchlines I got BabyTron
I hit his bitch one time, now his baby gone
He want her back now, no sir, not me
I sold his bitch ass a half pound of rock-weed
Tryna see better days, like Im Blue-Face
Ima stomp yo ass out, how my shoes taste?
If I like yo shit, then I'm snatchin' it
Only f*ck with bad hoes, I can't do no average bitch
My boy he a fucking whore, hitting 3's like he K.D
Want some bars I have visit my dog don't have to pay me
I'm in Texas with a stick feeling like a ranger
Ima a first round pick, Ima going major
I'm going Major

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