NuTmEg

Yeah

All right

Look

Punch me

Huh yea

Brodie

Huh

Igh

Brodie threw the lob international with the German bitch

I poppd his top I left his head hot I damn near perm his shit

He tryd to play with my money I pulled up I big worm his shit

Hell nah don't pass me klock if it's no dead niggas

Freaky bitch she touchin' on my K thinkin' it's my third leg

That nigga smoke clear it's not klockin that's what you call reg

That nigga hella slow in that one class that's what's yu call ed

I'm quick to dribble on that nigga hit him wit a nutmeg

Dubbd that one bitch she actin' borin she actin' just like meg

Nd if that five o get behind me I got one in the head

Like Brodie spin again I'm finna shoot jus case he play dead

Yeah I caught that ni

All right

Huh I caught that nigga DOA he in the spital he need a med

Bad bitch when she eat the dick up she suck the head

I treat that nigga like a kid it's BTA like go to bed

Yeah

I'm in nd out that bitch pussy but on her bunz I left a spread

Lil' baby gettin' mad at me cause bad bitches up on my thread

Peter Parker with his bitch she want my nut I shoot my web

He tryna beef all on the phone that nigga twelve he kinda fed

This bitch a demon, I just woke her up so she could give me head

It only take like three times to fuck me over, then you dead

This lil' bitty wanna fuck me so bad, I keep on playin

Cause I'ma go and hit the road, nd tell tha bitch to give me bands (tsss)

Most of these hoes, man, they never had nothin

So when I see a hoe that got it, man, I make my heart jump

But I don't want your heart, baby, cause my fuckin' heart numb

You ain't got shit to show up front that's what we call bums

I fuckin' hate niggas, slid w three K's and get them hung

And if I shoot this bitch, you better get low like cherry bombs

If I get mad enough, then I'ma need that nigga Barry Bonds

This nigga didn't have my money for me, then he end up gone (tss)

Yeah, bitch, that's on my broski nem

Niggas police treatin' clips like YouTube, cause they postin' them

My brodie, had a glocky w a scope so he could focus in

If a nigga try me, he gon' be more then a box of sand

I know this fuck nigga finna die, but he didn't meet his end

All I'm thinkin' in my head, how I'm gon' kill him, and it's fuckn sick

This nigga think he gangsta

Fa fa

He finna meet the stick

I could turn a nigga to a stanky pack, but you could keep the stench

I don't even want this lil' hoe no more, so you can keep the bitch

Why this nigga talkin, slender out his mouth like who he think he is

When I pour a four all inside my cup, I love to drink the fizz

This lil' freaky hoe, keep on showin' off, she like to shake her hips

Nigga

Fuck is you talkin about

Gang shi