Bust a punk mutherf*cker with the butt end of a 45
Sipping 40s, got supply up in my knapsack
Foiled up and wrapped, LSD with a couple caps
And if a f*ck boy run up then he might just catch the BRRAAATTT
I evolved from young Skrap, to Numerical then V.Y.L.E
Selling acid tabs, I'm really sick of stale MCs and pussies flexing
Like they got the bread, please, you ain't got a dime to your name and you reaching
Bitch, you best believe that I hear every diss you sneaking
And I'm creeping up behind ya with a steel bat, you gon feel that
Watch me reel back, swing, splatter your muthaf*cking brain matter on the sidewalk
Outline drawn by a pussy cop with a piece of white chalk
That boy gon fall when that Mac hit, I got blood stains on my hatchet
Bitch you irrelevant, it should be evident, dump you in acid and leave but a skeleton
You can not name anyone who is better than, this is my reckoning aye
Catch you out back, put a hole in ya throat, then I piss in it
My dick in her jaw, all in her mouth, now you kissing it
Know for a fact, he don't want beef for real, he should try venison
Don't give a f*ck what he bang or he claiming, if he try me I'm killing him
Kick down ya door, put that gun in ya face, bitch I gotta eat yuh
Nigga haul ass, you don't want no smoke, put that tag on ya feet
Lay that dope on the scale, bag it and zip it, then I repeat
If you cuffing that bitch then explain to me why she down on her knees
Damn
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Bust a punk mutherf*cker with the butt end of a 45
Sipping 40s, got supply up in my knapsack
Foiled up and wrapped, LSD with a couple caps
And if a f*ck boy run up then he might just catch the BRRAAATTT
I evolved from young Skrap, to Numerical then V.Y.L.E
Selling acid tabs, I'm really sick of stale MCs and pussies flexing
Like they got the bread, please, you ain't got a dime to your name and you reaching
Bitch, you best believe that I hear every diss you sneaking
And I'm creeping up behind ya with a steel bat, you gon feel that
Watch me reel back, swing, splatter your muthaf*cking brain matter on the sidewalk
Outline drawn by a pussy cop with a piece of white chalk
That boy gon fall when that Mac hit, I got blood stains on my hatchet
Bitch you irrelevant, it should be evident, dump you in acid and leave but a skeleton
You can not name anyone who is better than, this is my reckoning aye
Catch you out back, put a hole in ya throat, then I piss in it
My dick in her jaw, all in her mouth, now you kissing it
Know for a fact, he don't want beef for real, he should try venison
Don't give a f*ck what he bang or he claiming, if he try me I'm killing him
Kick down ya door, put that gun in ya face, bitch I gotta eat yuh
Nigga haul ass, you don't want no smoke, put that tag on ya feet
Lay that dope on the scale, bag it and zip it, then I repeat
If you cuffing that bitch then explain to me why she down on her knees
Damn
Sipping 40s, got supply up in my knapsack
Foiled up and wrapped, LSD with a couple caps
And if a f*ck boy run up then he might just catch the BRRAAATTT
I evolved from young Skrap, to Numerical then V.Y.L.E
Selling acid tabs, I'm really sick of stale MCs and pussies flexing
Like they got the bread, please, you ain't got a dime to your name and you reaching
Bitch, you best believe that I hear every diss you sneaking
And I'm creeping up behind ya with a steel bat, you gon feel that
Watch me reel back, swing, splatter your muthaf*cking brain matter on the sidewalk
Outline drawn by a pussy cop with a piece of white chalk
That boy gon fall when that Mac hit, I got blood stains on my hatchet
Bitch you irrelevant, it should be evident, dump you in acid and leave but a skeleton
You can not name anyone who is better than, this is my reckoning aye
Catch you out back, put a hole in ya throat, then I piss in it
My dick in her jaw, all in her mouth, now you kissing it
Know for a fact, he don't want beef for real, he should try venison
Don't give a f*ck what he bang or he claiming, if he try me I'm killing him
Kick down ya door, put that gun in ya face, bitch I gotta eat yuh
Nigga haul ass, you don't want no smoke, put that tag on ya feet
Lay that dope on the scale, bag it and zip it, then I repeat
If you cuffing that bitch then explain to me why she down on her knees
Damn
Writer: Eric Varner, Marvin Sewell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid