| Lyrics | [Verse]
I got an AR with a 30 round mag (30 round mag)
You think you get hoes but you really don’t bag (You really don’t bag)
You fuckin wit a girl but she really a fag (She really a fag)
I don't have control I really just snapped (I really just snapped )
Talkin’ that shit but you still get clapped (You still get clapped )
Runnin’ a cult like a suicide pact (Suicide pact)
I pulled up to yo crib I really came packed (I really came packed)
You always been a bitch that’s a proven fact (That’s a proven fact )
You tried to lick me so you got stabbed (You got stabbed )
Your blood on my face while I just laugh (While I just laugh)
You wasn’t successful so you got sad (You just got sad)
You ain’t about shit all you do is yap (All you is yap)
You think I can’t tell but I know you cap (All you do is cap)
Talkin’ all that shit you finna get scrapped (you finna get scrapped)
I’ll pull out my blade so you better get back (you better get back)
I got 7 charges like I’m Kodak Black (Kodak Black)You might also like |
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