Fuck you, Dad..

Comin in wit a sig
Fuckin bitches wit my dick
Kuttin break lines ima dick
Crash your car and ima hang you from the bridge
You a bitch ass nigga gonn pay for ur sins
Coulda paid for the uber but now ur cars in a ditch
Fuck you nigga and everything that u fuck wit
You a fake ass fuck wit no intelligence
No intel on me im a fuckin mist
Comin through the L im the motha fuckin shit
Hit a stain hit a op hit him in his wrist
Suicidal tendencies yeah I insist
On your grave dad I will piss
Check ur break lines I just slit
Cant stop me cuz I jus did it
Cant stop me im the motha fuckin shit
What the fuck u gonna do u just a mutha fuckin bitch
Slayin hoes pussys like the nigga grim
In soccer smash a niggas shin
in matsons house cut his throat to the chin
Bloood flyin like how my propeller spin
Fuck a caprisun im sippin purple gin
Lean in my cup gulp it down fuck a sip
Smash a ccar window wit a muh fuckin stick
Fuck a stick gotta brick
Put ur name on my 556
Run it through yo brain make u sick
Blacked out rims on my ‘civ invisiwhip
Invisiline make my teef look whipped
Me and my bitch got shipped
On my ar gotta grip
99 shots all em hit
9 mili on my glock issa lick
Hit a lick issa hit
Bitch im ur owner and I said sit
Bow down to me u stupid lil bitch
U a damn hoe just admit it
Dykin ass bitch and she still suck my dick
My gucci belt don’t fit
Fucka bitch slap her clit

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