Bro you got an sms quick open your inbox
See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
Number six, you're braggin how you run with your cliques
Places with me you wanna swap
Lets talk about the cars y'all got
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing
Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute
With an encrypted script, leave you with your blood to drip
Its time for shit to change,word bro
This summer gone be mine though
I'm the next to blow, bro i'm dope, man just test your nose
Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze
Properly cocky an innuendo, look how far these props have got me while your lies are sloppy
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