(Reconboy)
(Damn, my nigga Glxck made this shit)
When it's bodies on the floor, you can't cancel the beef
All these niggas talkin' crazy, gotta answer to me
The Boogeyman, I hop out, leave 'em dead in the streets
Got little bands, that nigga stash what I made in a week
The C and D on my shirt, that just mean Dior
I'm big ballin', that nigga broke, this shit he can't afford
It don't matter where I'm at, I can get you touched
That nigga mad at the world, his bitch been gettin' fucked
I bring the beef to your house, it have you moving out
Big ass Cuban, so much water, I might cause a drought
Body numb, palms itchin', Perky in my system
Forty on me, he play stupid, he gon' be a victim
Big baller, big pointers on my left wrist
Any nigga fuck with R-Threezy got a death wish
And you see me, I'm outside with the mob members
Wanna beef? I'll use my weapon, you niggas turned to sprinters
Money on me, pockets stuffed, some grown man shit
The jewelry that I'm rockin' is a grown man kit
Talking out his top will get his whole head split
My rag to the left, I'm with some hardcore Crips
Trap boomin', know you never seen no bowls backed up
We ruthless, we'll slide and kill toe-tagged up
She clueless, she don't know his whole backed up
I do this, I was past me was askin' me for help
When it's bodies on the floor, you can't cancel the beef
All these niggas talkin' crazy, gotta answer to me
The Boogeyman, I hop out, leave 'em dead in the streets
Got little bands, that nigga stash what I made in a week
The C and D on my shirt, that just mean Dior
I'm big ballin', that nigga broke, this shit he can't afford
It don't matter where I'm at, I can get you touched
That nigga mad at the world, his bitch been gettin' fucked
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