Hit your block with a glock, blog that
And, there's no time so fit,
So i quitted 'n' lifted the digits to see who complicity wins it
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
So i quitted 'n' lifted the digits to see who complicity wins it
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Keeping your mind in disasters,i rack wins so much i'm a spell caster.
When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer
Push you into an old lady bagging plastic
I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick
Bubbles and drains, it sucks
Where you welcome to problems
The roc to allido, they all believe me though
Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know
So why does your words sound like they are shit
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
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