Get Gone TSM Beeezy (Ft. Desire (Rapper))

[Verse 1: TSM Beeezy]
Huh, he wanna talk on a nigga, go get 'em
Bet that drac gon split him
Huh, [?] i bet she gon wipe with her wig
Just upped the price in my fashion, nigga
I spent the wock all on my denim
This Glock ain't made for fashion, nigga
I put this bitch all on your mental
She told me come right back
Ima be right back
I [?]
He wanna keep my hat, ima get you whacked
Lil bitch, we ain't stiff like that
Catch me in the back of the bach
With a Glock in the back
And a nigga who got a few hats
He called me a bitch, so i'm fucking his bitch
And i'm sliding the opp
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He wanna talk about dracs, but he fold on the case
Bitch, you better know your place, huh
We the one hop out with mags
And get to the business, and go on the race
Wassup with demons you don't wanna play
Flipping your shit like K, ok
[?] When i fade away
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Double R, double B, that's who they wanna be
They wanna be where the money be, uh
It's only one of me, you can't get outta me
Copying my style, you don't wanna be
Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me
I fucked his bitch, and then fucked the wrong company
Fuck on me, suck on me, love on me, slide on me
I told this bitch "I don't care that you loving me", huh
I'm from the block where the packs get gone
I'm from the block where your head get blown
A bad bitch keep blowing my phone
We get your rack [?]
I ain't loving you, fact, just leave me alone
I got a new mac and might paint this bitch chrome
Ain't none of this cap, what i said in this song
[?] On that rap, ima get your ass gone