Bullet Inya

Man fuck 1kay I'm coming at ya like Kendrick did Drake On the 3rd of the 5th month what you say On live like moe got carried that's fake Ain't no way imma let this yeat wannabe go claim my plate You from Sydney cuz not from Cali Don't make me equip my Bally I don't know bout you cuz but star just weren't no sad song Don't be salty cuz you ain't got the rap skills to sing along I only heard one of yo songs and you need to hop out the tonka truck Man that shit is straight blatant come original don't fake the funk Man that's rough When classy drops you gon wanna take back the stuff You said put a bullet in ya head Red beam you gon fent lean Like you dropping dead Yea I back it out I don't give a fuck what you talk about Yea I pack it out You out Yea I back it out Im loud Pack it up and send it out them boys be stuck in a drought We on a paper route Creeping down the block with a glock and we take you out You sending shots but it ain't what you about Put a bullet in you for sure Yo cuz he can't take no more Blood leaking on the floor stains on my Jordan 4s Then we hop in the 4door Still Aiming that stick out the window Might send another shot at yo fringe tho Likely to fuck on yo bitch tho Might take that bitch on the cover under cover yo Gonna need to use a rubber tho Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Try to diss its a lyrical mismatch I take your girl you ain't gettin this bitch back Back yo fists it's a big clash Run your mouth get ya head bashed Yea we get cash While 1kay rapping bout smoking too much hash Who wants clash you ain't got no flow I body yo hoe ass No more trash Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh Y'all some fiends innit yuh