Niggas ain't never show a nigga love, I stopped givin' a fuck
Made them niggas stop playin' with me, pussy don't try your luck
I'ma make sure that they know what's up, they ain't fill homie up with slugs
But retaliation a must and, I'ma fill that nigga up (Grrrah)
And these niggas be so dumb
What you think gon' happen when you run into me?
I'm really tryna put holes in his tee
Fuck all that talkin', I'm tryna make you bleed
Grip up, let the stick up, you get hit up
Niggas trip up when they runnin' from me
Spin in the tints I'ma dump out the V
You get pulled up just for fucking with me
I got some heat for the season
Now all of a sudden niggas fightin' demons
Was never my plan to be leadin'
But I gave 'em youngins something to believe in
I do not care 'bout your feelings
I want him gone and I got my reasons
I didn't go to church Sundays
After Friday I would spin in the weekends
Niggas get caught and start singin' like Weekend
If I chop his body I'm tryna delete him
I'm tryna wrap him up just like a gift
I'm tryna drown a nigga in the deep end
No second guessin', I fill him with lead
I put my whole bank account on his head
They already knowin' my feelings is dead
I don't give a fuck if we used to be friends (At all)
I got some-I got some heat for the season
Now all of a sudden niggas fightin' demons
Was never my plan to be leadin'
But I gave 'em youngins something to believe in
I do not care 'bout your feelings
I want him gone and I got my reasons
I didn't go to church Sundays
After Friday I would spin in the weekends
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