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Tabernacle
by Mykel
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Got a lotta dirty stacks
How yall talkin all that crap but you aint even got no racks
My pockets gettin fat we can all get some money dont be actin like a rat
I can teach you a thing or 2 about trappin
Bands coming to me like a magnet
Need a lil bitch that be actin fuckin ratchet
My glocks never lock up when it be clappin
Better mind yo bidness bitch when i get stackin
Why they copying my lines when i get to rappin
Shit be fuckin crazy i aint rappin like lil gravy
I just be actin shady, got my juice chillin in a baby bottle
Turned all my semis fully auto, got the switches up off ali baba
How you talkin all that drama you aint even got no llama
I can be yo bitches father
Shit aint nobody hotter
Im the shit baggin glock popper
Pressure cook a bitch like a betty crocker
I just be sellin nug i aint with all that flockin
Gotta keep a lil baby chopper
Cuz i heard they talkin all that drama
Im finna pop off some toppas
Bitch
Im finna pop off some toppas
I could really be yo bitches father
They coming to me im set up in a tabernacle
Better respect my presence in the palace chapel
Im finna mix up yo brain but i aint playinon no scrabble
A mixture of the drugs i got it up out the capsule
Chillin in my castle but im ready for battle
Bitches from new york and bitches from seattle
Fuck you mean you got some green beams
I got my red beams and my red drank
Im powin up that stank
Im sippin on that dank
I be laughing all up in the bank
Making plays errayday
The cycle of flippin got me living on the edge
Paranoid pistol grippin lemon squeezin
Buddha on my neck shoes christian feet be bleeding
All these bands im proceeding
All these packs i be scheming
Givin bitches percy dick why they always screaming
Servin up the fetty wap why they always fiending
Juggin and finessin
Caught a couple bodies
I called her ass a blessing
Him with a smith n wesson
Left his mama guessin
I aint even testing
Bitch im reckless
Cannibal rounds left em all headless
You see me with a bitch and you know i be pimpin
Get dem QPs by the week bitch you know i be flippin
In all black on yo block
Servin all these thots
They all suckin cock autobot
Im servin rocks out my ankle socks
Blowing big chops droppin bodies non stop
What yall thought you'd get flappin to the cops
Im servin a lot im sending out the boowops
50 an eighth boy yo ass need a fuckin stop
My livers fried my kidneys in a knot
Mods on my glock itll make yo block hot
Spin yo ass like a beyblade then i pop off yo top
I jugged me a lot, i finnessed a whole lot of bops
What can i say im a demon for the guap
Got a lotta dirty stacks
How yall talkin all that crap but you aint even got no racks
My pockets gettin fat we can all get some money dont be actin like a rat
I can teach you a thing or 2 about trappin
Bands coming to me like a magnet
Need a lil bitch that be actin fuckin ratchet
My glocks never lock up when it be clappin
Better mind yo bidness bitch when i get stackin
Why they copying my lines when i get to rappin
Shit be fuckin crazy i aint rappin like lil gravy
I just be actin shady, got my juice chillin in a baby bottle
Turned all my semis fully auto, got the switches up off ali baba
How you talkin all that drama you aint even got no llama
I can be yo bitches father
Shit aint nobody hotter
Im the shit baggin glock popper
Pressure cook a bitch like a betty crocker
I just be sellin nug i aint with all that flockin
Gotta keep a lil baby chopper
Cuz i heard they talkin all that drama
Im finna pop off some toppas
Bitch
Im finna pop off some toppas
I could really be yo bitches father
They coming to me im set up in a tabernacle
Better respect my presence in the palace chapel
Im finna mix up yo brain but i aint playinon no scrabble
A mixture of the drugs i got it up out the capsule
Chillin in my castle but im ready for battle
Bitches from new york and bitches from seattle
Fuck you mean you got some green beams
I got my red beams and my red drank
Im powin up that stank
Im sippin on that dank
I be laughing all up in the bank
Making plays errayday
The cycle of flippin got me living on the edge
Paranoid pistol grippin lemon squeezin
Buddha on my neck shoes christian feet be bleeding
All these bands im proceeding
All these packs i be scheming
Givin bitches percy dick why they always screaming
Servin up the fetty wap why they always fiending
Juggin and finessin
Caught a couple bodies
I called her ass a blessing
Him with a smith n wesson
Left his mama guessin
I aint even testing
Bitch im reckless
Cannibal rounds left em all headless
You see me with a bitch and you know i be pimpin
Get dem QPs by the week bitch you know i be flippin
In all black on yo block
Servin all these thots
They all suckin cock autobot
Im servin rocks out my ankle socks
Blowing big chops droppin bodies non stop
What yall thought you'd get flappin to the cops
Im servin a lot im sending out the boowops
50 an eighth boy yo ass need a fuckin stop
My livers fried my kidneys in a knot
Mods on my glock itll make yo block hot
Spin yo ass like a beyblade then i pop off yo top
I jugged me a lot, i finnessed a whole lot of bops
What can i say im a demon for the guap