Lyrics

Aye you know, y'all talking shit and shit man It don't mean nothing to me bro, you know That shit in one ear out the other head ass bruh You a ugly ass bruh They said what you want, I said everything, better run it up If you don't this fucking pump gon' pop just like some bubblegum Guts like Luffy huh, you a buttercup Not no Powerpuff and I be puffin' take your face and I'ma fuck it up Mafia with Tommy guns be flocking all at once We pick it up and put it down you sick to stomach knock it up Knock it off, why you running we just started having fun It's one to one this choppa gunnin' in the sunny southern slums You get saturated full of bullets I ain't got no fucking heart World is full of demons I'm just here to play my part Suicidal thoughts and I converted it art Ain't got no convertible so fuck your conversation Stress is on my mind but half the time I do not say it I'm just tryna buy my mom a crib when I get paid shit Tired of being broke, tired of struggling everyday shit Shut your fucking mouth swear you don't wanna test my patience Fine Dying working hard no time for a break Signs say I'm going hard my body might break Body for body I put your food up on my plate I'm just doing me so baby why you gotta hate Never follow rules no pussy don't chase Push to the edge alley-oop catch a case Pull up with a group rally troops like a sergeant M16 paint your face I'm an artist Momma said get it you know that I got it Roll with gorillas yeah I'm feeling like Tarzan Three hundred kicks to your chest I'm a Spartan Three hundred holes in your head you retarded Fuck that shit You gon' fold and shit You a fucking bitch Fuck that shit You a fucking bitch You gon' fucking fold You a fucking ho You getting fucking old Give a fuckin All these pussies shook All these pussies talk Mowin', choppa Blood on Owens What you fucking owin' I said Mowin', choppa Blood on Owens What you fucking owin' You gon' fucking fold You a fucking ho You getting fucking old Give a fuckin All these pussies shook All these pussies talk Mowin', choppa Blood on Owens What you fucking owin' I said Mowin', choppa Blood on Owens What you fucking owin'
Writer(s): Javen Andrew San Juan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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