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$TRANDED You're a goner This choppa gonna bang, it take your exhale And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails Sniper really on yo' head like some pigtails (Yeah) Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there Watch my mental fade to gray, hate myself, I’m not okay Got a pistol in my right, in the left, I got a shank And he talkin' all online like I don’t know where he stay (Yeah) If he really got a problem, make his shouldеr dislocate (Yeah) We lеave him stranded We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage I’ma leave him paralyzed, ho, I cannot stand him Lock on aim like a tattoo, ho, we got him branded All I’m feelin' is the jet lag, ho, I just landed I’m inside of your place, cut the power We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers Sticks on me, got sticks on me, you’ll meet your final hours Glick on me, there’s 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers Body scorched, yeah, I’ma leave 'em torched, yeah, yeah Sight distort, yeah, blood spill out in quarts Show you to my basement, I’ma take you on a tour Blade up to your throat, I know it hurts, I’m wanting more Dumb ho, what you want though? I can be your final breath, ugh Pu**y you a rookie, I can smoke you like some meth, ugh Switch up like a ta**el, your sh*t stink just like an a**hole Suck me up like it a blackhole, she can fit like all my length, ugh Been with the sh*t so long, got me toxic You don’t got the key, lil' b*t*h need a lock pick Smoking on cat p*ss, you got that dog sh*t Knocking on your backdoor, b*t*h, you better lock it I gave her D, so she call me, "Professor" I’m like a diamond, I’m good under pressure B*t*h, I’m a God, so I’m changing the weather Hop in the pit, I’m still wearing a sweater Watch my mental fade to gray, hate myself, I’m not okay Got a pistol in my right, in the left, I got a shank And he talkin' all online like I don’t know where he stay (Yeah) If he really got a problem, make his shoulder dislocate (Dislocate) I be in my element If he talkin' down, he gettin' shot to sediments It's okay that you let me, oh better yet, there's another person that plays dead Recoil when you look at my shotgun Where you at? Gettin' whipped like a old guy Oh my God, my body is burnin' My IQ growin' and growin' I'm getting sick of everything that you do Two blades, put them both right through Stay away, b*t*h, this ain't the zoo Jump on his neck 'til his face turn blue I'm getting sick of everything that you do Two blades, put them both right through Stay away, b*t*h, this ain't the zoo Jump on his neck 'til his face turn blue Stop, don't look Trig-, trigger warning, I've open up his cavity Eating from his skull in hopes to comprehend his foolish movements No improvements, such a waste No surprise, it got a weak a** taste No surprise, he a left out take No surprise, he didn't sooth my crave You won't escape your-, your fate No, you won't escape your fate You won't escape your-, your fate No, you won't escape your fate You won't escape your-, your fate No, you won't escape your fate
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