He’s talking alot we should bill him up
I’ll slap him up and his affiliate

On me, that’s ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous

Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up, serve it up quick like it’s Pizza

Hut
Leaking, better clean it up

Tell them niggas don’t lack keep the beater
tucked

Angelo arms blood don’t make me swing it
Man get round, get down or ching it

Your not demons give you wings cah you wing
it

Bro ring it, see that whip there sting it
Wherever I am broski gotta bring it

About you can’t now grab the dings and ding
it

Your on I?

Close one eye and I fling it
Say less, might taste death when I ping it

Blood drop lo’s lord knows I’ll risk it
Got this heat with teet I’ll crisp him

Bro dished him, fished him and he shished
him

Thought it was games till the mandem glitched
him

Your a video vixen
Jumped in vids and forgot your a victim

Charge on who it’s like Majin Buu
The way your bredrin nearly got turnt to a

biscuit
Biscuit he nearly got turned to a biscuit

From this big yeah we done been some misfits
Youngen grip this show you bout business

I really dip pricks I don’t act like Idris
Grips it, grips it, what am I gripsing

You don’t wanna feel this one mans gripsing
Only lipsing if she pretty like Nicki

Nails on fleek and she cakey like Kipling

He’s talking alot we should bill him up
I’ll slap him up and his affiliate

On me, that’s ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous

Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up, serve it up quick like it’s Pizza

Hut
Leaking, better clean it up

Tell them niggas don’t lack keep the beater
tucked

Big pimping, it’s your boo mans linking
What’s that, got that, already chop that

Rock that, twerk bruck your back and pop that
Hot cat, baby get low and drop that

Hold down the wap for me babes and lock that
Don’t lose that you could turn to a opp

pack
Sword down my trousers but you can’t spot

that
No fool akh pull that and your gob smacked

No fool Akh pull that and your breezing
Run forest run got your lungs all wheezing

Act up, don’t act up or I’m squeezing
Catch up, if I catch up ima bleed him

Mad cunt, doing Shang Tsung soul stealing
Shank in flesh bringing back old feelings

No thieving, I don’t do gold peeling
School of the djinns and I enroll demons

Yo I ain’t no fake mobster
If I go pen do your face like lobster

Don’t talk tough when my broski rocked ya
Done dropped ya, came home and he mocked ya

If I was there, surgeon doctor
Is what you would need cus my big chette chopped

ya
If I shoot you on Wednesday

Slide round next day playing who shot ya

He’s talking alot we should bill him up
I’ll slap him up and his affiliate

On me, that’s ridiculous
Hit him up, nigga from young we mischievous

Only real niggas aloud in the bando
Whip it up, serve it up quick like it’s Pizza

Hut
Leaking, better clean it up

Tell them niggas don’t lack keep the beater
tucked

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