[Intro]
Oooh Sav killed it
Lemme get my chains right
Ghetto boy shit nigga
Hey
[Verse]
Fuck rap
Sike, matter of fact, bitch, I love rap
This shit changed my life
I been shittin' on niggas so much, you gotta change me twice
Three hundred for a line of morton grove, this can't be life
At this point it's consent, I don't let the bitch rape me twice
He got featured and I dropped it on my page, so he paid me twice
My shooter crazy, for the right price, he'll take a baby life
Lemme buy the whole pint right now, you want two eighty-five?
I was a kid selling grams so that means I live a crispy life
I travel anywhere for the drink, you in Ypsi right?
I heard dawg that robbed bro got shot fifty times
Got some bows for the low-lows, they only fifty-five
Man y'all rap niggas comical
When it come to beef, I get diabolical
Ayy, that pint of blood right there is mine, biological
You got your ears and they scared to drive, I'll hire you
If you don't put that bitch in cruise, I'ma fire you
I'm the nigga who be payin' for the hits, I'll fire two
I don't trick, but damn, you kinda thick, you like diamonds boo?
My bitch think she gettin' off, but I'm a liar too
Don't know my status with my hoe, right now it's complicated
Plus I nutted in this other bitch while she was ovualtin'
I got some zips for eighteen, but they kinda shaky
Promoters get the fuck out my DM if you ain't tryna pay me
Like, ayy, get the fuck on
He think he tough tone 'cause he got a pair of buffs on
Caught him walkin' out of golden sun, now his buffs gone
Pop yo' shooter in his forehead, now your muscle gone
Pfft, like, he ain't tough no more
After niggas get popped up, they ain't rough no more
I mix some GG4 in this bow, it ain't Runtz no more
I hit that nigga dope so much, it won't take a gram of cut no more
When I get behind that mic, bitch I'm unhuman
In the old school with old hundreds but my gun newer
It's two hundred of these bitches, watch me thumb through 'em
I got a twenty-pack of za's, watch me run through it
He don't really call shots, he a pump faker
Tell your bitch don't pull up actin' tough, we'll jump Caleb
How you a killer, nigga? Back in church you was a drum player
Call Irv, I got one seventy-five I need that one taper
Oooh Sav killed it
Lemme get my chains right
Ghetto boy shit nigga
Hey
[Verse]
Fuck rap
Sike, matter of fact, bitch, I love rap
This shit changed my life
I been shittin' on niggas so much, you gotta change me twice
Three hundred for a line of morton grove, this can't be life
At this point it's consent, I don't let the bitch rape me twice
He got featured and I dropped it on my page, so he paid me twice
My shooter crazy, for the right price, he'll take a baby life
Lemme buy the whole pint right now, you want two eighty-five?
I was a kid selling grams so that means I live a crispy life
I travel anywhere for the drink, you in Ypsi right?
I heard dawg that robbed bro got shot fifty times
Got some bows for the low-lows, they only fifty-five
Man y'all rap niggas comical
When it come to beef, I get diabolical
Ayy, that pint of blood right there is mine, biological
You got your ears and they scared to drive, I'll hire you
If you don't put that bitch in cruise, I'ma fire you
I'm the nigga who be payin' for the hits, I'll fire two
I don't trick, but damn, you kinda thick, you like diamonds boo?
My bitch think she gettin' off, but I'm a liar too
Don't know my status with my hoe, right now it's complicated
Plus I nutted in this other bitch while she was ovualtin'
I got some zips for eighteen, but they kinda shaky
Promoters get the fuck out my DM if you ain't tryna pay me
Like, ayy, get the fuck on
He think he tough tone 'cause he got a pair of buffs on
Caught him walkin' out of golden sun, now his buffs gone
Pop yo' shooter in his forehead, now your muscle gone
Pfft, like, he ain't tough no more
After niggas get popped up, they ain't rough no more
I mix some GG4 in this bow, it ain't Runtz no more
I hit that nigga dope so much, it won't take a gram of cut no more
When I get behind that mic, bitch I'm unhuman
In the old school with old hundreds but my gun newer
It's two hundred of these bitches, watch me thumb through 'em
I got a twenty-pack of za's, watch me run through it
He don't really call shots, he a pump faker
Tell your bitch don't pull up actin' tough, we'll jump Caleb
How you a killer, nigga? Back in church you was a drum player
Call Irv, I got one seventy-five I need that one taper
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