Letter To My Ex Day 1
• Written by BANGMAN
niggas talking shit thats ok
i got something for him
swing that stick left to fucking right
hit him in his arm
jump up out that car with that thunder
hit him like a storm
i ain't never ran that's on me
boy I'm on your lawn
like uber fucking eats I'm pulling up
and i got something hot
who the fuck ran
on my mama I'm on yo fucking block
posted like a streetlamp everyday
trying to catch a opp
everything you claim to fucking be
boy i know you no
niggas want to rap like fucking me
and irritates
bitch you was my friend you dead wrong
you turn into a snake
bitch keep my name up out yo mouth
before i fucking blank
I'll lay a nigga down that's on me
check the last name
stand on fucking business what i do
ain't no in-between
put a nigga face in his lap for thinking it's a game
i was trying to deal with some shit
was going through a change
you was my dawg and you won't there
you a fucking lame
yeah all them excuses that you giving
you can keep that
pussy ass nigga on my mama
and I'll repeat that
i said we going to war you said ight
but then you fell back
i would've been ok if you said you good
but you ain't say that
you won't a real nigga
and it hurt i had to face that
like really how you think i fucking felt
when niggas asked where my brother
and i said he couldn't help
i gave you all my loyalty
and that i should've fucking kept
but now i got to tell you
niggas talking shit thats ok
i got something for him
swing that stick left to fucking right
hit him in his arm
jump up out that car with that thunder
hit him like a storm
i ain't never ran that's on me
boy I'm on your lawn
like uber fucking eats I'm pulling up
and i got something hot
who the fuck ran
on my mama I'm on yo fucking block
posted like a streetlamp everyday
trying to catch a opp
everything you claim to fucking be
boy i know you not
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BANGMAN
Member since May 9 2022