Spin his block like Beyblade
Shootin shit like dywane wade
Pulled up on his block leave his body strayed
(aye) tell yo homie pull up I know he bitch made
I'm selling packs out here like little kids wit some lemonade
Shoot to hit my shot I hit his head now he in his grave
Shit be kinda boring all my opps out here be fucking dead
I spun through hit dede in his neck now he a fuckin sped
We ain't gon beef ab no shit unless it ain't about no bread
All that talking on the net must of forgot yo brother dead
I remember shit like yesterday o9 came through and took off his dread
She could fuck me 40 times still won't post a bitch
She got corona can't hit the blunt or get close to it
I was broke ill never go back
Jus fuck a bowl pack
This 223 gon tag his toe but you already know that
When tay spun all 6 hit you none of em for a warning
This that new opp pack get to cooking shit up in the morning
Who you kill
Who you drill
What you steal
Just get out the booth and quit the rappin
When you a rat all that street shit turn to ashes
Ill get a lick hit while I'm nappin
I backed my blade and got to stabbin
I felt his bones up in his chest , damn
That shit felt good to get off my chest
Pin his block like Beyblade
Shootin shit like dywane wade
Pulled up on his block leave his body strayed
(aye) tell yo homie pull up I know he bitch made
I'm selling packs out here like little kids wit some lemonade
Shootin shit like dywane wade
Pulled up on his block leave his body strayed
(aye) tell yo homie pull up I know he bitch made
I'm selling packs out here like little kids wit some lemonade
Shoot to hit my shot I hit his head now he in his grave
Shit be kinda boring all my opps out here be fucking dead
I spun through hit dede in his neck now he a fuckin sped
We ain't gon beef ab no shit unless it ain't about no bread
All that talking on the net must of forgot yo brother dead
I remember shit like yesterday o9 came through and took off his dread
She could fuck me 40 times still won't post a bitch
She got corona can't hit the blunt or get close to it
I was broke ill never go back
Jus fuck a bowl pack
This 223 gon tag his toe but you already know that
When tay spun all 6 hit you none of em for a warning
This that new opp pack get to cooking shit up in the morning
Who you kill
Who you drill
What you steal
Just get out the booth and quit the rappin
When you a rat all that street shit turn to ashes
Ill get a lick hit while I'm nappin
I backed my blade and got to stabbin
I felt his bones up in his chest , damn
That shit felt good to get off my chest
Pin his block like Beyblade
Shootin shit like dywane wade
Pulled up on his block leave his body strayed
(aye) tell yo homie pull up I know he bitch made
I'm selling packs out here like little kids wit some lemonade
( 412grimey )
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