CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Got this s**t on lock got me feeling like jay(yea)
• talk, but i pull up and pop wit da glock any day
• We can box your block wit da k
• aim so good
• I drop two bodies aday
• Playa haters get shot anyway
• I got away with it
• And take your foreign chicks with it
• with what? my money
• All this weed I'm feelin
• It's time to make a killin
• yo girl all on me she just wanna fillin
• I just put her on the line and then I get to squeezin
• yea/im allergic to yall poor niggas when around yall i be sneezin
• Man she don't wanna deal with me
• cuz i hit it like this and then leave her in the breezz ya
• My little brother looking like this
• runnin yo mouth well kill you for da dis
• when yo girl pull up at the crib we do more than just kiss
• Cause she just wanna feed her p***y
• and im always in it for the money
• she slow want me to put a ring on her finger
• i said no now im a rap star singer
• pull up wit my pole and turn dis stick to a death row beamer
• yea beamer it kill switch in my mind niggas tryna switch it
• got so many nigga on my list cant really be caught slippin
• target on my back niggas see me grab they gun they tryna clip it
• but i get mine first tryna challenge me Lil nigga I give you my worst
• talk bout gang jobs Lil nigga i was 13 when I got my first
• yea) didnt have a dad growing up ruthless so i keep my gun on my cup
• yea ) never ever slip so no need for a back up story some girls only hit me up if they horny
• but i aint stupid i make em pay for me sum one think they tough hit em in the head
• make him forget what i said like he dory
• threats in the hood im not slow i damn well know they toards me
• we keep score on bodies and my glock keeps scoring
• i aint trippin last week hit sum nigga named cory
• think im capping spraid so bad bullet hole looked like stabbings
• yea i own them streats this morning i shot a niggs named pete
• he tried to run but my bullets were faster than his feet
• hit him head shot walk to his body no movement not even a peep
• we movin through ya sreet like sum dirt im the broom you gonna get sweeped
• our wrists and necks cold but we bring the heat
• My glock is tha juge and im the Jurry
• U waz runnin yo mouth thats why yo cousin got put to sleep
• Yea .. Yuh
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• Im got hands wit da bread my new rent could pay yo lease
• We runnin through ya streets like a disease oh wait Corona virus
• Yea bitch you cant get rid of me