“Beyblade i pull that shi back and i rip” 🔥

this shi make me wanna beat my momma to death

Lyrics:
Sippin that lean better with ya b*tch 
Swear she a fiend begging for the dick
I’m at the peak header of the list
I’m doing me let them get the jist
I’ll make his cheek meet a n*gga fist
Beyblade I pull that sh*t back and I rip
I like my bread and my lettuce with chips
Blue stacking bitch Ian banging with crip
No you can’t stay b*tch go find you a lift
Don’t try to sneak diss thinking you slick 
I grab that heat quick empty the clip
She on my meat b*tch get off my tip
You stuck on hoes I done already hit 
Currency magnet that all that I get 
Drop that facade boy you just a b*tch
I got my rod Ian missing sh*t
When I’m in the ring I can’t loose bitch there ain’t no option 
They tryna steal my sauce had to put my kids up for adoption 
Ion even care bout the cost if I like that sh*t on god I’m copping
I can get you knocked out quick we both know Ian talking boxing 
B*tch I’m the name of the town 
Hoe pull my pants down dick slangin around 
Got a big ass clip with your name on the round 
Tik tok n*ggas want fame on a sound 
My plug bless cop came with a pound 
Don’t back down b*tch claim what you bout 
You can be up we still taking you down 
Infinity shots means infinity rounds 
(Gang gang)
What you wanna do lil n*gga
Get your hoe passed right alley-opp lil n*gga
Back then I was just a rude ahh n*gga 
Fast forward now it times two dat n*gga 
Track meet your b*tch ran through that n*gga
Boy you can’t shoot where the hoop at n*gga?
Don’t have no relatives f*cling with me you wouldn’t wanna lose that n*gga
(Rest in peace! Rest In Peace frl)
Yuh 
Gang
I’m at his neck button tie
(Gang)
B*tch I’m up and you cannot say otherwise 
(Gang)
I put dick in her tummy no butterfly 
(Gang)
Lyrics heating the room like it’s summertime 
Man you kissing and loving all over this b*tch meanwhile she’s f*cking another guy
Man that’s Lowkey gay
I do not sleep i'm up all day 
Don’t try to creep I’ll up that Kay 
You can come test if this sh*t is a prop if you wanna
Stack up my bread that’s a everyday comma 
How about we fight I don’t like drama 
Got your b*tch rolling my marijuana 
Chop want a meal call that b*tch Jeffery Dahmer
Send me the beat on god imma slaughter 
She said im that n*gga 
Im like “tell me some sh*t I don’t know!”
Finger on that trigger 
Make a pussy n*gga backdown from gunsmoke 
Said you got them funds n*gga back that up where the f*ck yo funds go
Yeah I might be him promise you that i'm farthest from the one tho
How many times I gotta tell these n*ggas I am not the one 
Not the one to play with
Not the one to step by
Not the one to cross n*gga
All that sh*t
Uh gang 
(Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh)

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