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Letra : WTF
(Enrgy, made this one)
Huh, I'm tryna run it up
I want some head from that hoe,?I?don't wanna f**k
That?ain't no dog that you selling,?n***a that's a mutt
This ain't no GG number 4, n***a this some runts
Bought some gorilla glue, and told the n***a it was pink runts
A n***a tried to rob me, and I shot him with a black pistol
Just caught one of my opps in the hood, riding a bicycle
Just shot one of my opps at the ice cream truck, getting a popsicle
.5 smoking a** n***a, all you roll is blunts
You gon' turn into a b*t*h, when you ain't got no gun
Get a n***a killed for sneak dissing, before he drop his song
WiFi using n***a, you ain't got no phone
I just f**ked a b*t*h last night, she ain't have no phone
And I had to kick that b*t*h out, she ain't have nowhere to go
Told my mans to roll 3 grams, he ain't know how to roll
I'm in the strip club with the dancers clutching on my pole
My n***a know I'm sliding with him if he right or wrong
No I don't f**k with the bins, n***a buy some bowls
You can give me $1,200, I'll write your song
I tell the truth to my b*t*h, I don't lie no more
A label just offered my a deal, I don't swipe no more
And I'm in the studio freestyling, I don't write no more
F**ked that lil b*t*h 7 times, don't wanna f**k her no more
Shot that lil n***a 5 times, I wanna shoot him some more
Bro say he done with the perc's, can't get high no more
Dawg sneak dissing on the net, we gon' wipe his nose
I'm from Flint, a n***a probably kill you for an ounce of dope
You on your period lil b*t*h? Don't you got a throat?
I'm tired of designer, bout to go and buy a Nike coat
Just beat a n***a a** and shot him up in some black forces
Just got a b*t*h pregnant, told her she gotta get a abortion
My mans just pulled with a pint of Morton Grove
Oh you got some Gucci's on, but them sneakers old
I'm finna buy some off-white 1's from Sneaker Legends
Finna slide with my Glock, that's my secret weapon
Scammed a white n***a through Western Union with a test question
Kasher, why you finessed him for them Retro 7's?
This b*t*h irritating, keep asking me can I buy her a present
Shoot a n***a 31 times, send him straight to heaven
A n***a just said he got some act, but I think he jeffin'
Just bought a half P of runts, I am not blessing
My cousin ran off with 2 zips, but I am not trippin'
Get my hands on a whole pint, I am not sippin'
My ex b*t*h broke, I just found out she trickin'
I'ma f**k around and put Lebeau in every hood
Fat n***a f**ked a b*t*h for hours, I need 30 woods
You the type to get some Flint fame, and turn Hollywood
Sell a thousand grams in your hood, sh*t I probably could
N***as hatin' on a scam artist, tryna stop they jugg
Shoot the Draco sideways, I'm finna pop his hood
My last b*t*h was bad as hell, I should've knocked her up
Stole some petty grams from YSR, I should've popped you up
My mans in his feelings, he told me I'm acting Hollywood
Chillin' out in Cali, f**ked a b*t*h from Hollywood
Just poured up some drink, now I need some Jolly Ranchers
I can't find no lean today, so I'm throwing a temper tantrum
I ain't have my Glock, so I stabbed him with a back scratcher
Your b*t*h said she wanna f**k me, cause I'm a rapper
A n***a just tried to rob me, and I stabbed him
A b*t*h just sent me some money, and I scammed her
Huh, I'm tryna run it up
I want some head from that hoe,?I?don't wanna f**k
That?ain't no dog that you selling,?n***a that's a mutt
This ain't no GG number 4, n***a this some runts
Bought some gorilla glue, and told the n***a it was pink runts
A n***a tried to rob me, and I shot him with a black pistol
Just caught one of my opps in the hood, riding a bicycle
Just shot one of my opps at the ice cream truck, getting a popsicle
.5 smoking a** n***a, all you roll is blunts
You gon' turn into a b*t*h, when you ain't got no gun
Get a n***a killed for sneak dissing, before he drop his song
WiFi using n***a, you ain't got no phone
I just f**ked a b*t*h last night, she ain't have no phone
And I had to kick that b*t*h out, she ain't have nowhere to go
Told my mans to roll 3 grams, he ain't know how to roll
I'm in the strip club with the dancers clutching on my pole
My n***a know I'm sliding with him if he right or wrong
No I don't f**k with the bins, n***a buy some bowls
You can give me $1,200, I'll write your song
I tell the truth to my b*t*h, I don't lie no more
A label just offered my a deal, I don't swipe no more
And I'm in the studio freestyling, I don't write no more
F**ked that lil b*t*h 7 times, don't wanna f**k her no more
Shot that lil n***a 5 times, I wanna shoot him some more
Bro say he done with the perc's, can't get high no more
Dawg sneak dissing on the net, we gon' wipe his nose
I'm from Flint, a n***a probably kill you for an ounce of dope
You on your period lil b*t*h? Don't you got a throat?
I'm tired of designer, bout to go and buy a Nike coat
Just beat a n***a a** and shot him up in some black forces
Just got a b*t*h pregnant, told her she gotta get a abortion
My mans just pulled with a pint of Morton Grove
Oh you got some Gucci's on, but them sneakers old
I'm finna buy some off-white 1's from Sneaker Legends
Finna slide with my Glock, that's my secret weapon
Scammed a white n***a through Western Union with a test question
Kasher, why you finessed him for them Retro 7's?
This b*t*h irritating, keep asking me can I buy her a present
Shoot a n***a 31 times, send him straight to heaven
A n***a just said he got some act, but I think he jeffin'
Just bought a half P of runts, I am not blessing
My cousin ran off with 2 zips, but I am not trippin'
Get my hands on a whole pint, I am not sippin'
My ex b*t*h broke, I just found out she trickin'
I'ma f**k around and put Lebeau in every hood
Fat n***a f**ked a b*t*h for hours, I need 30 woods
You the type to get some Flint fame, and turn Hollywood
Sell a thousand grams in your hood, sh*t I probably could
N***as hatin' on a scam artist, tryna stop they jugg
Shoot the Draco sideways, I'm finna pop his hood
My last b*t*h was bad as hell, I should've knocked her up
Stole some petty grams from YSR, I should've popped you up
My mans in his feelings, he told me I'm acting Hollywood
Chillin' out in Cali, f**ked a b*t*h from Hollywood
Just poured up some drink, now I need some Jolly Ranchers
I can't find no lean today, so I'm throwing a temper tantrum
I ain't have my Glock, so I stabbed him with a back scratcher
Your b*t*h said she wanna f**k me, cause I'm a rapper
A n***a just tried to rob me, and I stabbed him
A b*t*h just sent me some money, and I scammed her
