Don't fuck around and make it true
Then you know, regret can't hurt you
Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit
Murdering you, never hurt a bit
Because if you hurt your self like this
I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches
I feel like it's you i hurt
Chasing them checks, nike work
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Kill the diddlers who whittle and spit pretend
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin'
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
You said, who gave hobbs the right to kill?
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!
You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
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