[Verse: Baby Kia]
Where they at when I pop out? The opps be cappin', they put up
Keep speakin' on Luh Cam, pull up with blowtorch, finna flame shit up
5.7 baby sticks, two more AR's shoot fully, bitch
Catch up with Lil' London, time up, and dip his head in piss
I know they ain't ready, I'm one very evil baby
Bitch, I earned my tiger stripes, cut up a opp with a machete
Bitch, I come through, swing that broom, I make shit disappear like wicks
Fuck 'round, and catch up with a lil [?]
[Verse: Lil Tim]
Bloaw!
Catch a rappin' nigga out of bounds, knock off his wicks
Catch him walkin' back from school, I point the drac', knock off his kicks
London talkin' like he hard behind that wall, lil' bro a bitch
If I did call you a bitch, we hold you down, make you eat shit (Aha, oh, jit trippin')
Lemme chill
I just tripped up off the porch, they think Lil' Tim be off the pill
Treat my opp like dog toys, step on them boys, and make him squeal
Bitch, we truckin' on our opps, me and BK, we in that field
What the fuck is OYC?
You a bitch, boy, don't watch me
In that Scat' with, like, 30 racks, them boys can't fuck wit' me
Bitch, call me master, hang him from the tree, whip out the Glock and smack him
We get active, chase him down, kick in his door, hold him for ransom
So pushin' P, can't fuck no dancer
White girl, she don't post no Insta'
Catch a opp, don't got my Glock, I beat his ass, and blow thy missiles
We put dick all in her mouth, you nasty, boy, you fuckin' kissed her
Treat the glizzy like a Beyblade, catch a opp, fuck 'round and rip him
Where they at when I pop out? The opps be cappin', they put up
Keep speakin' on Luh Cam, pull up with blowtorch, finna flame shit up
5.7 baby sticks, two more AR's shoot fully, bitch
Catch up with Lil' London, time up, and dip his head in piss
I know they ain't ready, I'm one very evil baby
Bitch, I earned my tiger stripes, cut up a opp with a machete
Bitch, I come through, swing that broom, I make shit disappear like wicks
Fuck 'round, and catch up with a lil [?]
[Verse: Lil Tim]
Bloaw!
Catch a rappin' nigga out of bounds, knock off his wicks
Catch him walkin' back from school, I point the drac', knock off his kicks
London talkin' like he hard behind that wall, lil' bro a bitch
If I did call you a bitch, we hold you down, make you eat shit (Aha, oh, jit trippin')
Lemme chill
I just tripped up off the porch, they think Lil' Tim be off the pill
Treat my opp like dog toys, step on them boys, and make him squeal
Bitch, we truckin' on our opps, me and BK, we in that field
What the fuck is OYC?
You a bitch, boy, don't watch me
In that Scat' with, like, 30 racks, them boys can't fuck wit' me
Bitch, call me master, hang him from the tree, whip out the Glock and smack him
We get active, chase him down, kick in his door, hold him for ransom
So pushin' P, can't fuck no dancer
White girl, she don't post no Insta'
Catch a opp, don't got my Glock, I beat his ass, and blow thy missiles
We put dick all in her mouth, you nasty, boy, you fuckin' kissed her
Treat the glizzy like a Beyblade, catch a opp, fuck 'round and rip him
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