Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys
Once we grab the mic you ain't gonna have no choice
The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
And i bet you'll be the next outlined in chalk
If we gonna change the world, first we gotta change,
Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range
Where we gonna get to
I'll tell you baby that we're through
Like a prescription with the diction; i'll bet you're fillin' it still!
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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