R2D2

Tekken (song wars)

fly. |Pxnk0r|

prod by obvcat - 
lyrics:

Just give me a break
Can you just give me a break
Cause I got a lot on my plate
Don't know how much I could take
Heart finna break cause you just a mistake
But that's okay
Got back to my old ways
Baby can you hold me
I got my check up
But I have to fess up
So many times I done messed up
Felt like I was less, yeah
Now they sayin' that I'm next up
I don't take hos serious
Hop inside my Urus
Then I play the verse
I'm knowin' that niggas be lurkin'
Niggas be slimey around like some serpents
She not my baby, I gave her a Birkin
You think it's crazy, but me, I been workin
Jugg for money, I been doin' it all
Zoom the Beamer like I been in a call
Two-seater, finna fly like "kakaw"
Keep a heater cause I'm breakin' a law
I just went

She said, excuse my accent
I'm tryna hit from the back end
In the studio, bringin' them racks in
In the cut, takin' shots with no vaccine
Foreign baddie gon' ride me like taxi
Wanna shop at the mall, just ask me
And that nigga be weird, he be aggy
And I'm droppin' 'em all like they saggy
Droppin' a lot like Rough
Bitch, I got money, so where you wan' go
Designer bag and some designer clothes
Oh she love to brag, she be doin' the most
This my bread and butter like I'm makin' some toast
And I'm with my cutter, catch me right by the post
And I got a beam, that shit glo like it's Sosa
Shawty bad, but no, I will not post her

Cold as fuck, nigga came from Dakota
Sixes on me like my name is Dakota
My dawg just died, but went down like a soldier
I can't cry, cause I know it ain't over
Homicide, catch you by surprise, yeah, I had a strike
Nigga, I might just poke ya
Nerf or nothin', she a damn Super Soaker
But her nigga gay, he rock Fruit of the Loom
Yeah, I rap, but wrap niggas in tombs
And she tryna fap, but I'm makin' some tunes
And my clique got some fuckin' goons
Why these niggas be buggin' like Looney Tunes
Bitch, we won't get to fuckin', I'm tired to you
Bitch, I'm fuckin' tired
Feel like G!AN, with this heater
Got it by my side
Oh my God

She said, excuse my accent
I'm tryna hit from the back end
In the studio, bringin' them racks in
In the cut, takin' shots with no vaccine
Foreign baddie gon' ride me like taxi
Wanna shop at the mall, just ask me
And that nigga be weird, he be aggy
And I'm droppin' 'em all like they saggy
Droppin' a lot like Rough
Bitch, I got money, so where you wan' go
Designer bag and some designer clothes
Oh she love to brag, she be doin' the most
This my bread and butter like I'm makin' some toast
And I'm with my cutter, catch me right by the post
And I got a beam, that shit glo like it's Sosa
Shawty bad, but no, I will not post her

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