BYUNGY CYPHER Gxner. (Ft. BissiBoi, GORT, Heptaknot, ISSBROKIE, Kill Dyll, Lope Dope, NOWARDEN, orgetplus, pixi, Quankk, SEMTEXXX, $TRANDED, Uncle Grant & Yaffe)
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[Intro: GXNER.]
Takizava spin yo' block
You’re a goner
Yeah, what? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah
What? What? What? Yeah
[Verse 1: GXNER.]
Yeah, I'm pushin' like two hundred on the dash
When you're runnin', get to Ezra Miller then I slash
Yeah, they runnin', I really be the one that got stabbed
Want a verse? You're getting taxed
Man, I really love my racks (Yeah)
One, two, bodies dead, I let the choppa talk
Got like three blood stoppers, bro I really love my blick
Got like four plaques, aw, man, I really need to dump
Have you rappers really jumped? Feel immortal, feel like Guts
[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
My bitch like GXNER, when we fuck I got her yellin' (Yeahh)
She suck my balls and then I'm tossin' that bitch to the set (Yeah)
These rappers got me fucked up thinkin' they the best, uh
Bitch, Yung Brokie got the BB belt around my neck, uh
I'm up in this room wreakin' havoc
Yeah, none of these rappers want static wit' me, uh
And I carry a [?] a gat, I swear that I'm never caught lacking, diss me
And all these rappers lame, dissin' lame, trippin' same shit, same lyrics, same gimmicks, same mimic, same shitty delivery, gettin' rid of 'em, bitch
Takizava spin yo' block
You’re a goner
Yeah, what? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah
What? What? What? Yeah
[Verse 1: GXNER.]
Yeah, I'm pushin' like two hundred on the dash
When you're runnin', get to Ezra Miller then I slash
Yeah, they runnin', I really be the one that got stabbed
Want a verse? You're getting taxed
Man, I really love my racks (Yeah)
One, two, bodies dead, I let the choppa talk
Got like three blood stoppers, bro I really love my blick
Got like four plaques, aw, man, I really need to dump
Have you rappers really jumped? Feel immortal, feel like Guts
[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
My bitch like GXNER, when we fuck I got her yellin' (Yeahh)
She suck my balls and then I'm tossin' that bitch to the set (Yeah)
These rappers got me fucked up thinkin' they the best, uh
Bitch, Yung Brokie got the BB belt around my neck, uh
I'm up in this room wreakin' havoc
Yeah, none of these rappers want static wit' me, uh
And I carry a [?] a gat, I swear that I'm never caught lacking, diss me
And all these rappers lame, dissin' lame, trippin' same shit, same lyrics, same gimmicks, same mimic, same shitty delivery, gettin' rid of 'em, bitch
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