Tear da klub

Prod bleek datura
Mixed by me
Written by me
Lyrics
She be off the coke baby girl sniffing 5 lines
I be off da dope moving gas like a pipeline
Shawty don’t smoke but she drinking like an ALCHOHOLIC
Shawty say she broke but she got hella bands In her wallet
I ain’t one to joke pull up bro ar make em choke
Bullets hit his home bullets breaking all his windows 
I don’t answer phones police tapping tryna listen bro
Cocaine up my nose blowing bloody boogers bloody snow
Did he just say my name call me Kino don’t say none else 
If u say some disrespect that ar coming off the shelf 
Bust it at his brain we hitting heads ain’t none less
Shooting at my legs u a bitch needa raise yo gun
Covering yo face when u shoot you ain’t hitting none
Kickback make em fall he can’t handle all that fucking gun
When he saw me walking swear to god that he fucking run
You is just a bitch go to church and become a nun 
I ain’t never switch delsym geeking make me clutch on sum
Triple c sick throwing up bitch I needa tums
Y’all be dope sick twirling pipes is it really fun?
Swear I can’t quit all these pills that I be popping bruh
Schizo tendencies make me crazy like kurapika
Red eyes bleeding outta rage ima smoke dat opp
He was eating bbq  I shot him at the fucking tops
He be acting weird why he talking to the fucking cops
Ar make him spin then he twirl then he fucking drops
I don’t even want no head I want them drugs fuck top
I be at the store with that pistol while I fucking shop
Girl be grabbing ramen while I’m clutching on this fucking Glock
He be acting evil but swear that he really not
He ain’t cast a spell or summon shit except his fucking mom
Kicking shit like roadhouse grab his hand and break his thumb 
Rip his throat like roadhouse blood on my fucking bong
Ima rush you before the bell I ain’t waiting on the gong
Slam yo ass right on your head like I’m fucking King Kong
We ain’t smoking on a swisher bitch I’m smoking pom poms
Or the 4ks they be smoking get em smoking strong strong 
In my back pack what I bring I think it is a bomb bomb
In my pants what u see yeah I’m carrying a rod rod
Beat slowed down like my heart when it stops stops
He ain’t want no beef yeah he sweet like a pop pop

Z BLAME ME [Zamp1re]

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