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the sopranos ft.Boruz

Verse: (DW Tin)
Quarterback back for a buck
Don’t tryna act bich I am on drugs
Yall fuckers a buzz
Killing myself issa must
Spilling the ashes on bus
Licking the cross 
Cuz I cannot truss
Nobody especially myself 
I just be blowing like hell
Bich I'm so fast call me snail 
I’m different
I don’t want clout just business
Advance or the bands you can keep it
Avenue 666
Cuz I bleed it
Opposition in basement
Your rap be still outta placement
Some weed in the blunt
Bich you better not waste it
I’m down for a hunt
Bayonet blasting
Face it
You ain gonn make it
Cuz you too basic
Racing not racist
Bitch I get payments
Burning like a cavemen
Sooner than asap
Energy draining
Fuck this
I’m crazy impatient
But if you gonn’ push me expect me to pace it
Lean let me lace it
Fans gonna flame it
Up in the sky with Lil Peep and I’m wasted
Pay me it’s all about paper 
My soul empty
My body restrained
I’m veteran and you just featherweight
Johnny ran out so I’m calling Jose
Need me my drank
I need me my bae
What you gonna do
When we fade away
While they stay the same
We go and create
The devil I praise
And he doing same
Not eating for days
Unlocking the chains
Bangin on chest like I’m King Kong
What do you want?
Don’t you see I’m insane
I’m bursting out laughing at serious ay
Knight of the moonlight
My mission to slay
When It gets sticky I’m keeping it straight
We playing it tricky you fell for the bait
That's why you hoe in my bed getting laid

Verse: (DW Mich)
Put a bitch in the back of a Bentley truck
With life she got no fucking luck
I’m stuck FUCK
Roll me another
Pullin her outta the gutters
Her shoes are butter’s 
Fuck his girl and his mother
I got a choppa it’s singing like (gratatata)
Hold up bitch I pull out the sticks and aim at ur clique and you know they don’t miss and I be killin this beat (Ya Ya)
I got a pack and I stack it up
She got a bunda and she back it up 
Your gang dumb they lackin now 
Your boy dead he brainless now 
Brainless, stainless, steal
My girl gang she rollin hot wheels
I been stackin these bills
Dreamin about millies
Milestone billies
I got a vision
I need a crib with 21 whips and 21 pills
I need a hit with 42 links and 42 rings
Psychedelics be crushing my shit
My AP cost like a blimp
Feel like a pimp
We be drillin and shit
Depression be taking (ME!)
Sometimes I feel like (SHIT!)
PTSD killin (ME!)
420 roll my (SHIT!)

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Nimo

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