Cook it up, Jerome
KiddFreddo
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
I say fuck nigga, I say face him (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say walk something, yeah, I say take something
Killin shit for years and I ain't dead yet
You can find Youngboy where that Red at
It ain't beef nigga if they dont kill yo momma
You a bitch nigga, and I said that
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us, that boy dead gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches first 'for them scary muthafuckas spin back
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead nigga
(Hold on) Top say
We gone do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gone bang out with some dirty niggas (let's go)
Standin with this money I'm a murder figure
You know we leave shit in caskets with no brain (on God)
They know 10, the youngest of us all, still left a stain
R.I.P Dump, Murder Gang, Bitch, don't bring up that name (Yeah)
Flexing all on you pussy bitches in a big watch, big chain
My bad for bumping your music when I was younger
I ain't know you was just a hating bitch
When I met that hoe I was fuckin off, when I saw that post, doing the same shit
Let you have a verse? (What)
Nigga, let me have yo brain bitch
This money will never ever cover up how these motherfucking diamonds steady glisten
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead nigga
(Hold on) Top say
We gone do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gone bang out with them dirty niggas (let's go)
Standin with this money im a murder figure
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
I say fuck nigga, I say face something (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say walk something, yeah, I say take something
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