You Will Die In 7 Days

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Wrist turned green, slap it down change on them
This 762 come and get you, miss you follow up with missiles
Making moves I'm addressing issues, bullets rip through your inner tissues
Flying, gliding on the drive
Bitch I'm trying to find me a beat to do a hit to
Ain't got to say I'm not no fan, somebody believe that shit you saying
And akimbo Glocks killed Dirty Dan
Bitch I got eyes behind my head
Bitch f*ck your function turn it red
I'm crashing shit like I'm going to bed
Just like a car you can get filled with lead
Why post your friends if they all dead
F*ck a clique, eat a dick
I ain't putting nary a nigga on
Truth be told, these niggas hoes
The ones that post the most gone fold
Stepping on your face bitch one more gin imma ask for this fucking code
Hoe you bold, bitch I like your waist, knocked her ass out cold
Sitting your silly ass in the feds
Maybe you should've listened to them old heads
Now you got no bread, now you got no dreads
My mask on before I hop out the bed
These niggas soft, pussy, and scared
If you got a problem little bitch then say it
I seen when you post and nobody cared
Every time I walk up out that cut its another yellow bone bitch
Trying to f*ck me up, suck me up, and trip me up on shit
How that sound
Hoes be saving 30 percent or more sucking dick
Pussy slid up and slid his ass on some ice nigga that's what you get
Count, count how many shots for I reload
I ain't gone lie yo ass been told
You getting exposed, now you getting hoed bitch
Count, count how many shots I'm letting off
Brought that bitch out and I let it talk
I stomp the yard, it get zoned, outlined in chalk
Bitch this a Gundam, yeah it got red bottoms
Get the f*ck back you got head problems
Bitch I'm suited up like a Dread Doctor
That shit kind of mid but I'll still cop it
17 a have his ass Diddy bopping
I'm the web shooter and the Green Goblin
Tried to let him go, his ass kept hollering
G-star jeans, Armani cologne
Think that's why she won't leave me lone
Keep on sending little shit to my phone
Can you come over bitch I ain't at home
Separate myself like L'A Capone
Bitch I ain't 'gotta charge in my new mode
I'm on the block on point like Doordash
You get the gist bitch I'm on your ass
New wrist icing, bright thing, lighting, brightening
You touch you getting struck like lightening
It's a body floating on the beach but you ain't hear that shit from me
My gun got a shield on it like stampede, and its working niggas like its indeed

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