[Verse 1: JMattson]
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me
[Verse 2: SXMPRA]
Yung sxmpra never settle
When I get up on the mic it’s on
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long
Yuh
Murder on da beat
I don’t really wanna be seen
But I gotta be me
All black Beanie
With da jeans
Imma scheme
On a team
Better know what I mean like
It’s Schema da posse
With the hell hound militia
We keep it killa
You feel it
And all these fuckas vanilla
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna
Move on up
I wanna sit at the top
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot
What
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos
Lay low
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail
[Verse 3: MVKO]
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling
Mad because you ain't me and im everything you try to be
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch
You ain't bout shit so I'll call you Eric King
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me
[Verse 2: SXMPRA]
Yung sxmpra never settle
When I get up on the mic it’s on
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long
Yuh
Murder on da beat
I don’t really wanna be seen
But I gotta be me
All black Beanie
With da jeans
Imma scheme
On a team
Better know what I mean like
It’s Schema da posse
With the hell hound militia
We keep it killa
You feel it
And all these fuckas vanilla
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna
Move on up
I wanna sit at the top
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot
What
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos
Lay low
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail
[Verse 3: MVKO]
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling
Mad because you ain't me and im everything you try to be
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch
You ain't bout shit so I'll call you Eric King
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve
( Jmattson )
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