How the fuck you gonna try and cut me for the same drugs that you fucking rap about
Tell me, what is that about
You can come and find me if you want, I'm in your bitch's mouth
Tired of the bitch, so I'm finna pull her tracks all out
Said he got a check, so I robbed him, made it cancel out
Teacher said that I would never be shit, look who's banded now
Pull the cannon out
Take your shorty back, in fifteen minutes I'll be in and out
I ain't regress saying shit, bitch, I double down
Touch one of my boys and he finna catch a hundred rounds
Playin' with them toys, shorty fuck me cause I run the town
See him on the block in broad day, we still gon' gun him down
I hate everybody, hope that my addiction kill me sooner
Spin around his block and then we finna let go of the ruger
I be doing all that shit I say, he just talk on computers
Spinning lies about me, live your own life, you a fucking loser
Married to the coke, I guess that you could call me an abuser
He done crossed the line, now I'm tryna get at my accuser
Shout out to the real, fuck the fake, you is not a shooter
Smoke will give you cancer, bullet bigger than a fucking tumor
Rappers tryna get up in my lane, they get outmaneuvered
I'm hopping out the Beemer, you still pull up in a Mini Cooper
Think he really falling fucking head, but he really stupid
Shorty, she ain't heard of anything but now she on the movement
Janky motherfuckers tryna track up to my every movement
Really seeing through you motherfuckers, cause you are translucent
And if I do not get a break soon, I swear I'm gonna lose it
That boy like to sing a line, and I'm not talking 'bout acoustics
I'm pressing all these pills, bitch, you better watch what you're consuming
Fucked all of these campers for their racks, you need a revolution
I don't wanna squash no beef, fuck a resolution
This the real fucking trap house, bitch, we really boomin'
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