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Wtf
by JCRAZ
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I ride with that stick
A niggah run up he can die really quick
He probably got pissed seen me with his bitch
I don’t give a fuck about none off that shit
I put that on gang bitch I’ll run over him
Pussy run up and you can get the whole clip
I don’t do none of that talkin ass shit
Don’t believe end up in a coffin Lil bitch
You son of a bitch
You not with the shit
Pussy ass niggah don’t know what that is
Fuck body shots bitch I aim for the head
45 caliber make sure your dead
All down the block
On the look out for opps
I know where at and I got the drop
Talking shit and then you can hit
It’s too late your gone you can’t change up that shit
I don’t need a punchline to stay none of this
You talk shit until your hit
You pussy ass niggahs don’t want none of this
My doctor said I’m crazy as shit
And need to adjust all my medication
We’ll adjust that shit then before i trip out again
These episodes are becoming in repetition
I suffer from all this manic depression
Houdini these niggahs they come up missing
Berry white I practice what preach
So I pick up the broom then start to sweep
Dior my chuck 1000 my feet
Designer on me but I’m still going creep
I put that on gang bitch I ride for this here
My pole a magician make you disappear
Like oxygen you can’t see me but I’m there
Miss you the first time second time get a share
Skipping down the yellow brick road
Opps I think I forgot my pole
I’m just kidding time to unload
Then I start thinking Is this a episode
Them k rounds flip at niggahs and look like a spare
Damn he ducked missed him by a hair
Poof Chris Angel make them disappear
You son of a bitch
You not with the shit
Pussy ass niggah don’t know what that is
Fuck body shots bitch I aim for the head
45 caliber make sure your dead
All down the block
On the look out for opps
I know where at and I got the drop
Talking shit and then you can hit
It’s too late your gone you can’t change up that shit
Keep talking slick I’m on hood patrol
Fuck all that talking I ride with the pole
Call him Swiss cheese leave him with holes
You a pussy and your squad probably on payroll
Call him Casper see the stick and he ghost
Shaquille Oneal with it I stay in the post
Oh Beetlejuice I do must
Say my name 3 times I’m throw your window
STK I shoot kill
Say he gone slide we know it’s not real
I’m tripping out right now I need my pills
If I’m off of my meds somebody get killed
Probably a hit of that gas
A little puff puff and pass
That low key got me out of my trans
Then I go and do my dash
Put the drako back on the dash
You son of a bitch
You not with the shit
I ride with that stick
A niggah run up he can die really quick
He probably got pissed seen me with his bitch
I don’t give a fuck about none off that shit
I put that on gang bitch I’ll run over him
Pussy run up and you can get the whole clip
I don’t do none of that talkin ass shit
Don’t believe end up in a coffin Lil bitch
You son of a bitch
You not with the shit
Pussy ass niggah don’t know what that is
Fuck body shots bitch I aim for the head
45 caliber make sure your dead
All down the block
On the look out for opps
I know where at and I got the drop
Talking shit and then you can hit
It’s too late your gone you can’t change up that shit
I don’t need a punchline to stay none of this
You talk shit until your hit
You pussy ass niggahs don’t want none of this
My doctor said I’m crazy as shit
And need to adjust all my medication
We’ll adjust that shit then before i trip out again
These episodes are becoming in repetition
I suffer from all this manic depression
Houdini these niggahs they come up missing
Berry white I practice what preach
So I pick up the broom then start to sweep
Dior my chuck 1000 my feet
Designer on me but I’m still going creep
I put that on gang bitch I ride for this here
My pole a magician make you disappear
Like oxygen you can’t see me but I’m there
Miss you the first time second time get a share
Skipping down the yellow brick road
Opps I think I forgot my pole
I’m just kidding time to unload
Then I start thinking Is this a episode
Them k rounds flip at niggahs and look like a spare
Damn he ducked missed him by a hair
Poof Chris Angel make them disappear
You son of a bitch
You not with the shit
Pussy ass niggah don’t know what that is
Fuck body shots bitch I aim for the head
45 caliber make sure your dead
All down the block
On the look out for opps
I know where at and I got the drop
Talking shit and then you can hit
It’s too late your gone you can’t change up that shit
Keep talking slick I’m on hood patrol
Fuck all that talking I ride with the pole
Call him Swiss cheese leave him with holes
You a pussy and your squad probably on payroll
Call him Casper see the stick and he ghost
Shaquille Oneal with it I stay in the post
Oh Beetlejuice I do must
Say my name 3 times I’m throw your window
STK I shoot kill
Say he gone slide we know it’s not real
I’m tripping out right now I need my pills
If I’m off of my meds somebody get killed
Probably a hit of that gas
A little puff puff and pass
That low key got me out of my trans
Then I go and do my dash
Put the drako back on the dash
You son of a bitch
You not with the shit