Penny Tail 2 Sybyr
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[Verse]
You can't call, I got the numbers blocked and all
Finna show 'em niggas dead by how I walk
Goin' insane this time is you battling for the chalk
Had put in another language, that's just how I talk
Smoke my shit, I ain't smoke yo' shit, it ain't packaged up
Run around like dead chicken, like their head is cut off
Romaine lettuce, hella green, eat it up, bitch
Under pressure every day, what's the word, bitch?
Niggas want me dead, niggas want my head, bitch
I'm a pretty nigga, don't mean you get head, nigga
Try me nigga, I will gladly have you wildin', nigga
Style up, nigga, get your styles up and fuckin' bigger
Fuck a teeny pistol, rifle from a distant picture
I ain't fuckin' with you if I'm not fuckin' with you
You can't take my soul, I am set with the goal
You can't have my blessin' 'cause it's not part of the goal
I will have you suffer mentally, bred, moe
I will have you shout, then go pout, you gettin' old
Now we on a different wave, you gettin' left today
Prices steady climbin' once again, no more delays
It come with the progress, some don't see the light of day
Not my problem, nigga, I was there, get here, nigga
Makin' figures since a youngin, started with pennies, ayy
Now I got bread, I'm not playin', waitin' on change all day
You can't call, I got the numbers blocked and all
Finna show 'em niggas dead by how I walk
Goin' insane this time is you battling for the chalk
Had put in another language, that's just how I talk
Smoke my shit, I ain't smoke yo' shit, it ain't packaged up
Run around like dead chicken, like their head is cut off
Romaine lettuce, hella green, eat it up, bitch
Under pressure every day, what's the word, bitch?
Niggas want me dead, niggas want my head, bitch
I'm a pretty nigga, don't mean you get head, nigga
Try me nigga, I will gladly have you wildin', nigga
Style up, nigga, get your styles up and fuckin' bigger
Fuck a teeny pistol, rifle from a distant picture
I ain't fuckin' with you if I'm not fuckin' with you
You can't take my soul, I am set with the goal
You can't have my blessin' 'cause it's not part of the goal
I will have you suffer mentally, bred, moe
I will have you shout, then go pout, you gettin' old
Now we on a different wave, you gettin' left today
Prices steady climbin' once again, no more delays
It come with the progress, some don't see the light of day
Not my problem, nigga, I was there, get here, nigga
Makin' figures since a youngin, started with pennies, ayy
Now I got bread, I'm not playin', waitin' on change all day
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