Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Flick like a Zippo and light em up, I f*ck that bitch that you wifin up
Joe Budden I push then I pipe it up, I mack like a truck and she back it up
I blow out her cake cause I'm stackin up, she tell me don't stop but she had enough
I just want the neck like I'm Dracula, too much baggage, bitch, better pack it up
I got two thirties on me and they bustin
Track em he gettin' the runnin
All my dogs buzzin, shock em its just like a collar or somethin
Takin his hunnids, I'm droppin' the ones
You just a wannabe, I see a bitch and you gotta be one
Then get his bitch and she sloppin me up
You probably watch like a lot of these cucks
22 bullets come flyin' right at em my bro gonna pass me the choppa to bust
Just got a brand new clip, cause the old one clicked too quick Ain't droppin' enough
They call me Butcher, I'm choppin' them up
Give a bitch meat if a thot wanna suck
I know her man got no rocks, tell him Step on my block and I'm chalkin' him up
Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Don't gotta keep it on me Cause I know my bro got it He itchin' to shoot it and ditch it
I'ma be out by the time the cops get there You can't save your dog even if you was snitchin
I know you bitches be ready to talk about me Now he gone and you wish you didn't
I don't give a f*ck, I kill them all Tell the witnesses I admit I did it
You gon' be runnin' for distance When I pull up with the smith n'
Clip to his top, never miss him When I shoot up like the Pistons
You can see bullets lift him
And I keep rappin' like Christmas You know I'm doin' this shit cause I'm gifted
Can't stop f*ckin' bitches Uber to me and you know she get lifted
Flex up with a new bitch ex bitch Mad cause she can't do shit
Blue, hundreds I move with Right next to my nuts is a toolkit
Brand new Glock with a new clip Might even put on a switch
Light up a wood in the whip
Like how I'm pushin' a brick
Why you still pushin' a zip
Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
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Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Flick like a Zippo and light em up, I f*ck that bitch that you wifin up
Joe Budden I push then I pipe it up, I mack like a truck and she back it up
I blow out her cake cause I'm stackin up, she tell me don't stop but she had enough
I just want the neck like I'm Dracula, too much baggage, bitch, better pack it up
I got two thirties on me and they bustin
Track em he gettin' the runnin
All my dogs buzzin, shock em its just like a collar or somethin
Takin his hunnids, I'm droppin' the ones
You just a wannabe, I see a bitch and you gotta be one
Then get his bitch and she sloppin me up
You probably watch like a lot of these cucks
22 bullets come flyin' right at em my bro gonna pass me the choppa to bust
Just got a brand new clip, cause the old one clicked too quick Ain't droppin' enough
They call me Butcher, I'm choppin' them up
Give a bitch meat if a thot wanna suck
I know her man got no rocks, tell him Step on my block and I'm chalkin' him up
Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Don't gotta keep it on me Cause I know my bro got it He itchin' to shoot it and ditch it
I'ma be out by the time the cops get there You can't save your dog even if you was snitchin
I know you bitches be ready to talk about me Now he gone and you wish you didn't
I don't give a f*ck, I kill them all Tell the witnesses I admit I did it
You gon' be runnin' for distance When I pull up with the smith n'
Clip to his top, never miss him When I shoot up like the Pistons
You can see bullets lift him
And I keep rappin' like Christmas You know I'm doin' this shit cause I'm gifted
Can't stop f*ckin' bitches Uber to me and you know she get lifted
Flex up with a new bitch ex bitch Mad cause she can't do shit
Blue, hundreds I move with Right next to my nuts is a toolkit
Brand new Glock with a new clip Might even put on a switch
Light up a wood in the whip
Like how I'm pushin' a brick
Why you still pushin' a zip
Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Flick like a Zippo and light em up, I f*ck that bitch that you wifin up
Joe Budden I push then I pipe it up, I mack like a truck and she back it up
I blow out her cake cause I'm stackin up, she tell me don't stop but she had enough
I just want the neck like I'm Dracula, too much baggage, bitch, better pack it up
I got two thirties on me and they bustin
Track em he gettin' the runnin
All my dogs buzzin, shock em its just like a collar or somethin
Takin his hunnids, I'm droppin' the ones
You just a wannabe, I see a bitch and you gotta be one
Then get his bitch and she sloppin me up
You probably watch like a lot of these cucks
22 bullets come flyin' right at em my bro gonna pass me the choppa to bust
Just got a brand new clip, cause the old one clicked too quick Ain't droppin' enough
They call me Butcher, I'm choppin' them up
Give a bitch meat if a thot wanna suck
I know her man got no rocks, tell him Step on my block and I'm chalkin' him up
Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Don't gotta keep it on me Cause I know my bro got it He itchin' to shoot it and ditch it
I'ma be out by the time the cops get there You can't save your dog even if you was snitchin
I know you bitches be ready to talk about me Now he gone and you wish you didn't
I don't give a f*ck, I kill them all Tell the witnesses I admit I did it
You gon' be runnin' for distance When I pull up with the smith n'
Clip to his top, never miss him When I shoot up like the Pistons
You can see bullets lift him
And I keep rappin' like Christmas You know I'm doin' this shit cause I'm gifted
Can't stop f*ckin' bitches Uber to me and you know she get lifted
Flex up with a new bitch ex bitch Mad cause she can't do shit
Blue, hundreds I move with Right next to my nuts is a toolkit
Brand new Glock with a new clip Might even put on a switch
Light up a wood in the whip
Like how I'm pushin' a brick
Why you still pushin' a zip
Im busy runnin' through commas I cannot f*ck with my ex like Wakanda
All of my opps bloggers, they only post on the net like soccer
Imma pull up with a choppa clip to his noggin chop him into pasta
Roll up and smoke em rasta, imma bench out his entire roster
Writer: Matt Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid