SOFTER 919slum
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[Intro]
I ain't gettin' softer
Bitch, I am the one that's gettin' check ups like a doctor
Riding in a Prius through your city with a chopper
She thought I got attached so you know I had to block her
[Hook]
I ain't gettin' softer
Bitch, I am the one that's gettin' check ups like a doctor
Riding in a Prius through your city with a chopper
She thought I got attached so you know I had to block her
Heart stopper
Fourth Eye bandits ridin' and we shootin' at some coppers
Spinnin' through his blocks with all my blades like helicopter
She said I'm a troubled boy, she said I'm a monster
[Verse]
Hush off, we gon' catch a bitch up at the bus stop
Bus stop, he won't get a pick up 'cause we bust opps
Big mag, rockin' 'round the world, I got a big bag
Ex's saying "oh", cross 'em out like game of Tic Tac
Big facts, 'Lean up on the scene, nobody see that
Creep back, ask me what I'm packin', I'm like "three MACs"
Bust a clip to three backs, Whitelean is a mean act
Lace my fuckin' weed, you bitch, you can take your weed back
Yeah, no emotions, I will stay true deadpan
Countin' three racks, probably wakin' up the dead, man
Cold fuckin' flow, spit fire out the frying pan
Bullets flyin' at a bitch, roaring like a lion can
Bitch, I got drip with no name brand
Shots sound like a snare resonatin' from a band
But you hear that shit and then you up and ran
Pack 50 bands, shipped straight out Afghanistan
I ain't gettin' softer
Bitch, I am the one that's gettin' check ups like a doctor
Riding in a Prius through your city with a chopper
She thought I got attached so you know I had to block her
[Hook]
I ain't gettin' softer
Bitch, I am the one that's gettin' check ups like a doctor
Riding in a Prius through your city with a chopper
She thought I got attached so you know I had to block her
Heart stopper
Fourth Eye bandits ridin' and we shootin' at some coppers
Spinnin' through his blocks with all my blades like helicopter
She said I'm a troubled boy, she said I'm a monster
[Verse]
Hush off, we gon' catch a bitch up at the bus stop
Bus stop, he won't get a pick up 'cause we bust opps
Big mag, rockin' 'round the world, I got a big bag
Ex's saying "oh", cross 'em out like game of Tic Tac
Big facts, 'Lean up on the scene, nobody see that
Creep back, ask me what I'm packin', I'm like "three MACs"
Bust a clip to three backs, Whitelean is a mean act
Lace my fuckin' weed, you bitch, you can take your weed back
Yeah, no emotions, I will stay true deadpan
Countin' three racks, probably wakin' up the dead, man
Cold fuckin' flow, spit fire out the frying pan
Bullets flyin' at a bitch, roaring like a lion can
Bitch, I got drip with no name brand
Shots sound like a snare resonatin' from a band
But you hear that shit and then you up and ran
Pack 50 bands, shipped straight out Afghanistan
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