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you go pop uhh
Fuck with him you a opp huhhh
Spray your whole house I won't stop
She call me daddy she pouring yuhh
I told her to go get the mop
If I

or not
I told em different, what is the difference
The way that I'm dripping I need me a mop
I stay in the kitchen, the way I be whipping
I'm stirring so

bitch she gone throw up the set
Get right cause some niggas got left
We be outside we be looking for rec
He got hit in his neck so he ran outta breath

there I won't quit now, eyh

I still got the hope (That) 1 angel'll throw me the rope
Hell ain't ever a joke, my tears need the mop
I'm crying nobody

yeah, yeah)
I wont stop till I am at the top (No)
Grinding everyday, no the grind don't stop (No, no, no)
All these haters, they'll be wiping with a mop

But I'm trapped

Yeah I'm trapped inside this maze
Keep making turns that turn out wrong
And I know all my decisions
Build the road that ends up long

Uber rides we drop 'em
Like janitors we mop 'em
And I'm cleaning up the game
I heard they talking on my name
But, when I really start splitting niggas

put me in no songs
Give out rips like I sell bongs
Bitch pull up in just a thong
Head so right she can't do wrong
Slide with guns the size of Kong
Get

Beat an ops ass jus to let out some steam
Then i roll up this gas then I smoke on this green
I'm so high off my ass I can barely fucking see
I'm so high

Fuck the  world
Give  a fuck about yo girl
Gimmie the cash
Kings  back
Pull up
We going scrap
Delete you like a app
Got so much rage
It'll never stop

up to your addy got a vest and an acog
Bullets in your dome and I give you a blood clot
Soulthrash legion coming in like the swat
Then I cut your body

calling
Not taught any manners
On top of the standards
Bop bop like a hammer
Drop off take a gander
Stomp on those at the top
Mop those at the spot
Brought

them do a dance
Riding through The City Of The Dead
I got wop with me nigga I ain't playing
We got chops, mops all type of sticks
Thirty shot clip

the mop top
I said to the man, excuse me please
Ain't there anywhere for a fellow to breath
He said, man head down to the church house
They'll fix you up

the mop
People dying everyday yeah it's never gonna stop

You should taste a shotgun
Run little bitch run
Killing these kids for fun
Bullet spray

Smoke up a sack, gotta relax, ain't got no strap, buss on that back
Aye aye aye aye aye
Yea, Then run that back, used to ball on Old nat'
I get

I been mumbling up some poetry
Tumblr whores abhorring me
Strippers they adoring me
Spit my game, cajolery
Long live Christy Mack
Rot in pieces War

it we beat 'em today
Call up my judge we get this straight
We get it right out of the way
These bitches want fuck with me cause of my luxury
Fuck it we

cried.
Poor Cinderella.
Oh, how much she cried.
Poor Cinderella.


What are you doing, Cinderella?
Mop the floor 
and take out the trash!
Cinderella, clean

mean
When I walk up in the room got me feeling extra clean
We gon mop the whole scene
Split a pill and sip this lean
She gone cause a scene and leave

be topping me
Pull up then I
Beat her down Properly
Only time we link
When she need broccoli
But I won't get attached
Because she a thot to me
We was

what happened
You ain't getting bands boy what happened
Pocket went on ghost
Got my bands on me i ain't worried bout a fee
Tax my enemies money up times

That white girl sent me to rehab
Amy Winehouse
Wish it could be different
But I'm all up in this courthouse
Aren't hard to tell that I'm hungry
I need

and repeat
Told her bring a friend and she told me Capeesh
I don't want yo bitch I want peace
I just pulled up in a seven eleven with all of my brethren
So