GWL: Revenge
• Written by CaramelChoppA_
CaramelChoppA_'s Notes
Boys in blue stating the obvious, they know I'm suspicious
Bodies finna drown tryna backstroke on concepts that I wrote
By The Water, Au Revoir To My Audience
Got a sweet sixteen ona come up, they deadlier than sin
Kevin Durant you're an ant like my mother kin
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
This BOA, what's your motivation
We pray while we prey on competition
What up girl, tell me how you been
//Chorus//
If you ain't gonna do nothing, then you just a dumb ass nigga
Remember that shit next time before you talk shit to a killa
Really thought we was toying, snatch yo bitch in an instant
So don't you start to complain or Ima wipe you from existence
Talking smack to me, like who you tryna assert
Done fucking you up, end up in the back of a hurse
Baking out like a pussy, smoke yo kind for dessert
And if I catch you at the crib, I'll leave your body at the curb
Give you PTSD, inclined to overexert
Yo boy laying dead at the scene, man I warned that he'd get hurt
Packing my Uzi, I got ' big guns
I get to the money, just doing it for fun
Special type of nigga, just hit a home run
Shot another nigga, one bullet, both lungs
//Hook//
Texting you girl cause you know I'm bouta come
Took you outa the mix, now we running this shit like it's Harlem
Baking yo stomach and I'm letting it sizzle
Got you running yo mouth, holdup, I'm making a riddle
Bad to the bone, know yo ass gon fizzle
If you fucking with me and I'll leave you a cripple
//Hook//
Yeah, I started with nothing, I've built this foundation
Want beef with the gang, better send the location
Just like I'm Pennywise, I'm making y'all float
Top of board, You know I'm the goat
Been balling with philly, we run you for broke
And we beating yo ass until you croak
//Chorus//
If you ain't gonna do nothing, then you just a dumb ass nigga
Remember that shit next time before you talk shit to a killa
Really thought we was toying, snatch yo bitch in an instant
So don't you start to complain or Ima wipe you from existence
Talking smack to me, like who you tryna assert
Done fucking you up, end up in the back of a hurse
Baking out like a pussy, smoke yo kind for dessert
And if I catch you at the crib, I'll leave your body at the curb
Give you PTSD, inclined to overexert
Yo boy laying dead at the scene, man I warned that he'd get hurt
Packing my Uzi, I got ' big guns
I get to the money, just doing it for fun
Special type of nigga, just hit a home run
Shot another nigga, one bullet, both lungs
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CaramelChoppA_
Member since February 13 2022