Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I f*cked with me
Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty
With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted
Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar
And I keep them shooters with me
Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys
And I'm bigger in your city
Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys
From another bitch new the money coming quick
My hand itch I'm superstis
And I don't play 'bout this
Forty clip right in your shit don't play with me
I'm making hits
I punch on you & stu
F*ck with me & you a fool I got these bands
Go catch a clue
Big ole' twenties in pocket all my bills is rocking blue
And my hand is a rocket I pull back and go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and
Aye
Aye
And I'm a keep going
With this weed blowing rapping with my mean homie
And this a mean showing we gon' stomp up on that little nigga
Yeah we fee foe 'em
F*ck that little boy I see you play with toys
This real glock gon' hit your groin
And I don't get the point
Feel it in my f*cking joint
This rap shit just bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I f*cked with me
Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty
With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted
Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar
And I keep them shooters with me
Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys
And I'm bigger in your city
Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys
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Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I f*cked with me
Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty
With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted
Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar
And I keep them shooters with me
Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys
And I'm bigger in your city
Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys
From another bitch new the money coming quick
My hand itch I'm superstis
And I don't play 'bout this
Forty clip right in your shit don't play with me
I'm making hits
I punch on you & stu
F*ck with me & you a fool I got these bands
Go catch a clue
Big ole' twenties in pocket all my bills is rocking blue
And my hand is a rocket I pull back and go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and
Aye
Aye
And I'm a keep going
With this weed blowing rapping with my mean homie
And this a mean showing we gon' stomp up on that little nigga
Yeah we fee foe 'em
F*ck that little boy I see you play with toys
This real glock gon' hit your groin
And I don't get the point
Feel it in my f*cking joint
This rap shit just bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I f*cked with me
Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty
With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted
Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar
And I keep them shooters with me
Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys
And I'm bigger in your city
Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys
Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty
With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted
Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar
And I keep them shooters with me
Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys
And I'm bigger in your city
Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys
From another bitch new the money coming quick
My hand itch I'm superstis
And I don't play 'bout this
Forty clip right in your shit don't play with me
I'm making hits
I punch on you & stu
F*ck with me & you a fool I got these bands
Go catch a clue
Big ole' twenties in pocket all my bills is rocking blue
And my hand is a rocket I pull back and go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and shoot
Go and
Aye
Aye
And I'm a keep going
With this weed blowing rapping with my mean homie
And this a mean showing we gon' stomp up on that little nigga
Yeah we fee foe 'em
F*ck that little boy I see you play with toys
This real glock gon' hit your groin
And I don't get the point
Feel it in my f*cking joint
This rap shit just bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Yeah it bring me joy
Turn that boy to Stevie make him wonder why I f*cked with me
Check my pants and my pockets I got a buck fifty
With a mic' and a choppa' don't get it twisted
Ain't nothing soft about this rockstar
And I keep them shooters with me
Talk on gang I put forty shots up in your kidneys
And I'm bigger in your city
Told her it's mosh but I lied It's just some hickeys
Writer: MTHREE FOREVER
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