Fuck, just dropped them taters Mhm God damn, haircut lookin’ fresh Aight here’s the money Tripped off of Trype and six niggas looking mad White boy walking around with some Xan in his hand Bitch dating losers but then out with her man Aye, stopped on a green light was ‘bouta get shot Style looking fresh triggering like a spark Light up a boy just because he’s dark My man thinking about parking in my land Screw, we know the U.S. is in my land All-American, all-out on his plan Hold up, I’ll beat you up in front of your man Body a queer, just so he can’t stand Break your leg and then stuff your face in some sand Get you out of a club, get you fucking banned Here bud, let me give you a hand Now pay up, he got up and ran You’re like a stunt, all bark, and no bite Bitch, I ain’t soft, I got a fucking bite Ex-girl sneaking around, she’s my fan Acting like I’m the light of her life End a life with the stab of my knife Yeah, buddy stand up, you short as fuck Snacking on some molly, feeling all right No, I’m not sick, I’d hit you with a stick No weapon, just fists and knock you out cold Laugh at a man, you think that he’s bold Cheap ass house, all crusted with mold No bitch, don’t put me on hold I just want a good snack, not nothing that you can pack Then spend a couple of my racks After that concert, we went to get buzzed One nigga brought his cuz Then he told it was because She wasn’t really his cuz Outrun a fucking herb, he got the lungs of a smoker Acting all-out, probably a Bill Doker Shit, she probably my man Lost in New York, go get a cab Then I’ll cool you off like a fan Because a dude stinking in, but I’m falling out Busty looking kid, I invented thick Comment on a flag Act like a fag Wintering badass, gun in his hand Thot say she ready, but she acts on her first time She 18 so it’s not a crime I’ll beat your dog, your cat, your boy, and your man Aye, shoot it in the air, don’t care I’ll come after your ass and teach you some class I’m Jimmy Neutron, I gotta blast Take a picture, sell it for some cash Amateur photographer want to be my bitch Met a fucking girl, left her in the ditch She too proud, don’t want to be hitched Buy a new car Hundred gold bars If you’re broke, I could give you a loan If I did, would you leave me alone Trapped in a house, locked in for the night Only it wasn’t a house It was my usual cell Then I tucked in for the night Like woah, damn, look at that dude with a duffel bag in his hand Out of house, ammo in bag, carbine card in hand Shoot if he wants, act like he can Sleepy ass nigger dreams only getting bigger Crush them like they’re a can Out of pocket, out of context Tooth fairy, I’ll take you to dreamland
Submitted on: December 03, 2019
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