Don’t (Tundra Remix)

All of my opps dead

leave em in the dirt

put em with the maggots

I won’t even sweat

I’m gettting em smoked

They get left in caskets

Ain’t even a threat

They don’t want the smoke

But that’s all I can give

Give it like a blunt

Make em disappear

Yea I make em vanish

Leave em in a urn as ashes

Ain’t nothing in life certain,

Cuz im still alive, and I don’t pay taxes

I got a stick like branches

I’m gonna shoot it at em,

Their blood gon’ paint the concrete like a canvas

I’m just the better rapper

The words turn ya to Casper

Surrendering don’t matter

Waiting’ for the opps to act

Is like Christians waiting for the goddamn rapture

Know that I keep a heater

Know that I’m way too eager

To make opps meet Grim Reaper

They sweet cookies like Keebler

No limit I’m a speeder

Matte black M8 comp Beamer

For their dumbasses need to make this shit easier

Yea I’m way up in the clouds like a meteor

Yea when it comes to clout they couldn’t be needier

A butcher to em, the Glock a meat cleaver

When I first saw em knew that they were sweeter,

Then anything you could find in the freezer

I’m am the plug so I don’t need a dealer

They lay in pine boxes made out of cedar

I got his bitch and I hit from the back

They up in this wood so I smoke on their pack

If you see me up it then you better quack

I’m lookin down so much got a hunchback

Because i’m on top yea I’m simply unmatched

All you can see, only guy to look up at

Throw bullets and run like my name is Mcnabb

Can’t take me down cause I haven’t collapsed

Yet

Don’t want his bitch she ratchet

Switching the flow like my last bitch

Had to go get me a bad bitch

Got too many bands i’m that rich

Jealous cause he got a fat bitch

Jealous hoes want me to tap, bitch

Think that im capping you smoking

South Park his high ass is doing cat piss

Shot him and put him on a cross, Swiss

Get your shit slapped just like Rock, Chris

He touch my money its not his

Aks and Draco’s we armed with

Don’t play wit us boy you will not live

I can just tell you don’t want this

Leave him wondering where the clock is

Twelve wondering where the Glock is

Not rapping right now I just talk shit

Telling him boy he don’t want this

Telling him boy he don’t want this

Told that fuck boy now let’s get back to rapping

Give him some action if he keep on actin

Driving a Beamer when I caught him lacking

Next to him at a red lights, camera, flashing

You hear that shit cracking, he get to crashing

Gave him a movie he could fucking act in

Get to him all his belongings we snatching

Call me a croc cause on this beat I’m snapping

He pull up on me like metal he scrapping

I pull up on him like metal im strapping

Already know he know nothin bout strapping

Flew outta the window when he was crashing

Don’t let them past me but I keep em passing

Away, from me bitch cause if not then ya gambling

Woo

I Can say that Ive made him suffer

I wish that your dad would of worn a rubber

I would say that I’d fuck your mother

Don’t think I can get through all of that blubber

For rap got to much of a hunger

Why I’m so cold you wonder

All of my opps are dead

Leave body’s cold

Fourteen feet under

I go Ray Charles, I can’t see, glock put him in a coma

I sent seven to heaven bitch, like seven up, like soda

If any witnesses, they gonna get sat down like a sofa

Cause that’s that shit I don’t like, is a snitch, shout out Sosa

All of my opps are dead,

Leave body’s cold,

Put ‘em in a tundra, Woo

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