she call my phone and I block it, she wanna set me up
I got big knots in my pocket, (n)ine hoodie hold a pocket rocket yuh
nowadays I’ve been livin like fuck it if I want it imma go ahead and I buy it
cuttin fuckas off like the light bill when you don’t pay, I get mad and I light it up

bitch I light it up, I’m getting mad bitch I light it up 
sub2000 on my lap, bloody mess, bitch I’m leavin; I’m packin up (2x)

bitch I’m packin up, my guns packed up
why you talkin like you mad tuff
smoke you up in a pack huh
leave yo ass in body bag huh
leave yo ass toe tagged huh
call the police while I’m laughing huh
tell em “I killed him (4x)”
I take yo sister to dinner, yeah she religious but I am a sinner
but she cannot say that she hasn’t sinned, cuz she was smiling when I just went down and I pinned her 
I call all my brothers winners, giving out cold shoulders like it’s the winter
pave my path like why would I fit in, don’t say I liked you cuz I just not didn’t

bitch I light it up, I’m getting mad bitch I light it up 
sub2000 on my lap, bloody mess, bitch I’m leavin; I’m packin up (4x)

light it up prod diedinoctober

scared!

shotta flow?

Lil Ohma&4wful

lyrics 

talk, talk, talk, all you pussy bitches know is talk, talk 
all you pussy bitches nada, pipe to his face, to his cara 
stalk, walk him, hawk him down, pussy died with his face in the ground
backhand to his face like a father, treat his ass like a toddler

treat his ass like a toddler, you a bug; you a bother
when I speak you say “Rodger,” kick him out the chat, soccer 
runnin ts and I’m actin unbothered, white people hate when I’m talkin improper
talk like a thug but I’m really a scholar, I’m poppin em tags like a shirt on a collar

talk, talk, talk, all you pussy bitches know is talk, talk 
all you pussy bitches nada, pipe to his face, to his cara 
stalk, walk him, hawk him down, pussy died with his face on the ground
backhand to his face like a father, treat his ass like a toddler (2x)

fuck everybody I do what I want, and I’m killin you fuckas, on fuckas, for fun 
yo sister be suckin me, suckin me off, we hop out the civic, we playing top golf 
I’m the type mf you pray to the law for, got you on the ground with all twenty
yeah in other words got you on the floor with all fours

scared!

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