(suck my dick and die)
(CRMSYN producer tag)
(Stvnk producer tag)
(Eightythree)
I'm scorin’ in Brooklyn like Kevin Durant
I'm with your bitch off the alprazolam
I got a 40 in my waistband
I got your life sittin' right in my hands
Brodie gon’ run up and die for a band
I'm on the block bitch you know where I stand
She tryna take pics I think she a fan
She flashin her pussy right up on the cam
All black on my hoodie what you see when I blam
Shoot with suppressors, can you even hear it?
Made friends with my demons, I'm talkin to spirits
They said they don't know me but copy my lyrics
I saw them at Ross they were shopping at Clearance
I get to the money with no interferencе
I'm not here cause I likе you, i just like your appearance
When I'm off of a 30, I'm gettin' incoherent
I pulled up in a cab she suck me while I’m steering
I ain’t scared of no bullet, no death, I don't fear it
I ain’t scared of no bitch, I'ma pull up and sear it
All these copycats they just keep on appearin'
She gettin' sad cuz I switch now she tearin’
I'm grabbin' the choppa yeah I like to spray it
I'm grabbin' your bitch by the neck while she taking
And I'm a real thug all these rappers is faking
When I catch me a pig Ima turn 'em to bacon
I took too many percs now my body is aching
I'm deep in the pussy she like how I slay it
Pull out my hand already know Ima bang it
Make a fuckboy suicide now he hangin
(CRMSYN producer tag)
(Stvnk producer tag)
(Eightythree)
I'm scorin’ in Brooklyn like Kevin Durant
I'm with your bitch off the alprazolam
I got a 40 in my waistband
I got your life sittin' right in my hands
Brodie gon’ run up and die for a band
I'm on the block bitch you know where I stand
She tryna take pics I think she a fan
She flashin her pussy right up on the cam
All black on my hoodie what you see when I blam
Shoot with suppressors, can you even hear it?
Made friends with my demons, I'm talkin to spirits
They said they don't know me but copy my lyrics
I saw them at Ross they were shopping at Clearance
I get to the money with no interferencе
I'm not here cause I likе you, i just like your appearance
When I'm off of a 30, I'm gettin' incoherent
I pulled up in a cab she suck me while I’m steering
I ain’t scared of no bullet, no death, I don't fear it
I ain’t scared of no bitch, I'ma pull up and sear it
All these copycats they just keep on appearin'
She gettin' sad cuz I switch now she tearin’
I'm grabbin' the choppa yeah I like to spray it
I'm grabbin' your bitch by the neck while she taking
And I'm a real thug all these rappers is faking
When I catch me a pig Ima turn 'em to bacon
I took too many percs now my body is aching
I'm deep in the pussy she like how I slay it
Pull out my hand already know Ima bang it
Make a fuckboy suicide now he hangin
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