[Verse 1: Kamaara]
Choppa extended, that bitch doin' fitness
Do squats on my dick, man that ass like the moon
Sucking and fucking, my dick til she sees I don't fuck with them friends, only talk to the blues
Glow in her eyes, in the back of her mind
I be rockin' that bitch, I got nothin' to do
Waiting outside, are you ready to die?
That boy Uno [?]
Hot like it's summer, hit raves out the window
I tapped on her ass, that's my kids in her womb
Wasting my time, when you get out of line
Better step the fuck back, you got nothin' to prove
Chip out his shoulder, rocked out like a boulder
We slingin' out shots, we got blood on the coupe
Up to his nose, put a hole in his throat
If he want me dead, I got nothing to lose
[Verse 2: Multiplexes]
2 on my lap, 1 on my dick
I'ma go in, I'ma get it back
What if I did, knowin' that you can't
You ain't no friend, pull out a strap
Earned my bands, I know they fat
[?], choppa gon' slap
You ain't gon' get no slack, pussy boy get no slack
Death to the rave, fuck all your correspondents
Piss on your face, pussy boy talking nonsense
How could you hate when I'm booming like Boston
Smack down, [?] I have conscious Steve Austin
Choppa extended, that bitch doin' fitness
Do squats on my dick, man that ass like the moon
Sucking and fucking, my dick til she sees I don't fuck with them friends, only talk to the blues
Glow in her eyes, in the back of her mind
I be rockin' that bitch, I got nothin' to do
Waiting outside, are you ready to die?
That boy Uno [?]
Hot like it's summer, hit raves out the window
I tapped on her ass, that's my kids in her womb
Wasting my time, when you get out of line
Better step the fuck back, you got nothin' to prove
Chip out his shoulder, rocked out like a boulder
We slingin' out shots, we got blood on the coupe
Up to his nose, put a hole in his throat
If he want me dead, I got nothing to lose
[Verse 2: Multiplexes]
2 on my lap, 1 on my dick
I'ma go in, I'ma get it back
What if I did, knowin' that you can't
You ain't no friend, pull out a strap
Earned my bands, I know they fat
[?], choppa gon' slap
You ain't gon' get no slack, pussy boy get no slack
Death to the rave, fuck all your correspondents
Piss on your face, pussy boy talking nonsense
How could you hate when I'm booming like Boston
Smack down, [?] I have conscious Steve Austin
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