
CAUSTIC! BRXVN
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If he gon try me i put him in coffin
Pussy boy you better stop that shit talkin
I hit a lick on him, how he ain't walkin
I talk what i walk, you better stay cautious
I took a hit of the blunt now i’m nauseous
Choppa gon rip, like a beyblade, i’m caustic
Better watch out, leave him leak like a faucet
I smack a bitch, walk away like i’m flawless
If he gon try me i put him in coffin
Pussy boy you better stop that shit talkin
I hit a lick on him, how he ain't walkin
I talk what i walk, you better stay cautious
I took a hit of the blunt now i’m nauseous
Choppa gon rip, like a beyblade, i’m caustic
Better watch out, leave him leak like a faucet
And pussy boy i’ll leave your head up on my shelf, uh
Don’t ever call my number, bitch go help yourself
Choppa rainin out bullets, yeah it gon make you yell
Got my finger on triggers, i shoot you til you fell
I’m posted up, this angel dust up in my system
And these bullets gon scatter the crowd, i’m fuckin with em
If he try me, i’m layin him down, now he a victim
And i’m punching a nazi, i’m sick of this fascism
Pussy boy you better stop that shit talkin
I hit a lick on him, how he ain't walkin
I talk what i walk, you better stay cautious
I took a hit of the blunt now i’m nauseous
Choppa gon rip, like a beyblade, i’m caustic
Better watch out, leave him leak like a faucet
I smack a bitch, walk away like i’m flawless
If he gon try me i put him in coffin
Pussy boy you better stop that shit talkin
I hit a lick on him, how he ain't walkin
I talk what i walk, you better stay cautious
I took a hit of the blunt now i’m nauseous
Choppa gon rip, like a beyblade, i’m caustic
Better watch out, leave him leak like a faucet
And pussy boy i’ll leave your head up on my shelf, uh
Don’t ever call my number, bitch go help yourself
Choppa rainin out bullets, yeah it gon make you yell
Got my finger on triggers, i shoot you til you fell
I’m posted up, this angel dust up in my system
And these bullets gon scatter the crowd, i’m fuckin with em
If he try me, i’m layin him down, now he a victim
And i’m punching a nazi, i’m sick of this fascism
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