Bitch you left me witta broken heart
I was breakin down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And its easy to say i was stupid all along
How tf you gon break a lil nigga I had to be strong
Don’t question bout my life i gotta big reason ion do a song with them niggas
Them niggas dont hang with real killers
And you know dat im unforgiving
And he taking duece right out his backpack
Big ol 30 gon knock his face im shootin them black gats
Nigga they cappin they stretching the cap they be strechin the fitted i callem yo gotti
All in my dm talkin bout ya bm the fuck you gon do you aint clap at nobody
I got sky dweller tell a bitch im the plug i be swaggin all over the mazi
Inside the burberry find a 30 round clip only shoot if i bust a yo noggin
Whole gang behind me
If u get it fucked up thats rip
They gon have to go sum new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city little bitch go head try to kill me
Imma hurt ya whole family feelings
Imma letchu kno you dying w me
Because Bitch i be dat baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch we shootin aint no problem
Lil brother want dat he kno i got em
30 deep in yo place
50 deep if you want rake
Yung rich nigga i feel like Mase
Young rich nigga i feel like mase
Imma fuck on ya treesh then go count on my cake
Let em getchu real kilt while I hop on a plane
When they talking that shit all up down on ya name
What the fuck you dont know, you just kno my name
Imma beat dat lil bit like a batting rink
What the fuck they be talking they cappin it
Got a 30 extended im dragging it
All the lies that they told me imagine em
I moved out the x like 3 years ago
New city wit some spanish hoes
Say they jack me now they aint did before
I was busy selling glass i aint give a fuck
Run it up a nigga got a load
I aint really go to highschool
I was trippin off boy my momma know
Fuck they talkin bout i aint really from the A
shut ya fucking mouth
How you really do me dirty but then get tight when i dont jack niggas
Bitch im from the bx i might go to PA for a week and flip another pack
I dont chill with nobody, dont kno how to act
I got bitches on molly, sippin on that yak
They be telling me baby boy keep yo head
I be telling em bitch im always wit dat lead
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