Murderous imma murder this
Got the stains on my shirt from the purging bitch
Imma purge ya bitch when she slurp my dick
Kill this beat then imma earth you bitch
Its past curfew bitch never heard of this
Hat on head won't de-nerd you bitch
Bitches curve you quick boi you think you slick
When you getting less pussy than urcle wait
Kick back make a f*ck nigga sit back
Like a kit kat split the opposition in half
Keep the cash on me like a maxipad
And her ass on me when she call me dad
Money inna bank bouta up my rank
And i bought a switchblade might slice a nigga face
Wont catch no case aint never done the race
But in the meantime how bout we kick up the pace
Shirt on yo body look rinkly look sloppy
You stink like you just fell in 2 porta potties
Commander you copy im killing this novice
I'll grab the 16 and put holes in yo body
Bet when you hear this forget being fearless just bounce like yo name had forever been froppy
Im not even done grab the mag load the gun and i bet when i squeeze you gon reach for the sun
Cook a nigga EZ bake
Flip em over pancake
Syrup leaking from his face
And i just cut the f*cking plate
Hope you got that allstate
Better make a f*cking claim
You think this shit a f*ckin game
Untill i take yo f*cking name
Twilight make a nigga see a bright light
Thats a muzzle flash duck fast or its bye bye
Ion shoot guns but ik you hear these rhymes right?
One quick lil verse and you rather feel the nine
Shoot n loot em anyway no Fortnite
But budda what the f*ck happened to the 3rd line?
Shit happens you could justt tell em that i lied
Or you just caught me trippin out in the twilight
Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 15
Beans inna pod aimed right at ya quad dont
Need red dot 'cause my aim on 500,000
Nigga ill never miss the spot
Equip the tec pull up at his home
Wait for him to leave send one to his dome
Now he dead like a phone head red like a gnome
See shit get wild in the twilight zone like
Hey, lil nigga what is your rank?
Wait, heard you was private ok
Stay, imma roll up like a tank
Great, right at yo body i spray
Pray, make a nigga look like paste
20 bullets in the case
20 bullets at ya face
Nigga you gon die today
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Murderous imma murder this
Got the stains on my shirt from the purging bitch
Imma purge ya bitch when she slurp my dick
Kill this beat then imma earth you bitch
Its past curfew bitch never heard of this
Hat on head won't de-nerd you bitch
Bitches curve you quick boi you think you slick
When you getting less pussy than urcle wait
Kick back make a f*ck nigga sit back
Like a kit kat split the opposition in half
Keep the cash on me like a maxipad
And her ass on me when she call me dad
Money inna bank bouta up my rank
And i bought a switchblade might slice a nigga face
Wont catch no case aint never done the race
But in the meantime how bout we kick up the pace
Shirt on yo body look rinkly look sloppy
You stink like you just fell in 2 porta potties
Commander you copy im killing this novice
I'll grab the 16 and put holes in yo body
Bet when you hear this forget being fearless just bounce like yo name had forever been froppy
Im not even done grab the mag load the gun and i bet when i squeeze you gon reach for the sun
Cook a nigga EZ bake
Flip em over pancake
Syrup leaking from his face
And i just cut the f*cking plate
Hope you got that allstate
Better make a f*cking claim
You think this shit a f*ckin game
Untill i take yo f*cking name
Twilight make a nigga see a bright light
Thats a muzzle flash duck fast or its bye bye
Ion shoot guns but ik you hear these rhymes right?
One quick lil verse and you rather feel the nine
Shoot n loot em anyway no Fortnite
But budda what the f*ck happened to the 3rd line?
Shit happens you could justt tell em that i lied
Or you just caught me trippin out in the twilight
Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 15
Beans inna pod aimed right at ya quad dont
Need red dot 'cause my aim on 500,000
Nigga ill never miss the spot
Equip the tec pull up at his home
Wait for him to leave send one to his dome
Now he dead like a phone head red like a gnome
See shit get wild in the twilight zone like
Hey, lil nigga what is your rank?
Wait, heard you was private ok
Stay, imma roll up like a tank
Great, right at yo body i spray
Pray, make a nigga look like paste
20 bullets in the case
20 bullets at ya face
Nigga you gon die today
Got the stains on my shirt from the purging bitch
Imma purge ya bitch when she slurp my dick
Kill this beat then imma earth you bitch
Its past curfew bitch never heard of this
Hat on head won't de-nerd you bitch
Bitches curve you quick boi you think you slick
When you getting less pussy than urcle wait
Kick back make a f*ck nigga sit back
Like a kit kat split the opposition in half
Keep the cash on me like a maxipad
And her ass on me when she call me dad
Money inna bank bouta up my rank
And i bought a switchblade might slice a nigga face
Wont catch no case aint never done the race
But in the meantime how bout we kick up the pace
Shirt on yo body look rinkly look sloppy
You stink like you just fell in 2 porta potties
Commander you copy im killing this novice
I'll grab the 16 and put holes in yo body
Bet when you hear this forget being fearless just bounce like yo name had forever been froppy
Im not even done grab the mag load the gun and i bet when i squeeze you gon reach for the sun
Cook a nigga EZ bake
Flip em over pancake
Syrup leaking from his face
And i just cut the f*cking plate
Hope you got that allstate
Better make a f*cking claim
You think this shit a f*ckin game
Untill i take yo f*cking name
Twilight make a nigga see a bright light
Thats a muzzle flash duck fast or its bye bye
Ion shoot guns but ik you hear these rhymes right?
One quick lil verse and you rather feel the nine
Shoot n loot em anyway no Fortnite
But budda what the f*ck happened to the 3rd line?
Shit happens you could justt tell em that i lied
Or you just caught me trippin out in the twilight
Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 15
Beans inna pod aimed right at ya quad dont
Need red dot 'cause my aim on 500,000
Nigga ill never miss the spot
Equip the tec pull up at his home
Wait for him to leave send one to his dome
Now he dead like a phone head red like a gnome
See shit get wild in the twilight zone like
Hey, lil nigga what is your rank?
Wait, heard you was private ok
Stay, imma roll up like a tank
Great, right at yo body i spray
Pray, make a nigga look like paste
20 bullets in the case
20 bullets at ya face
Nigga you gon die today
Writer: Lee Barnett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid