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40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been bitch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist fuck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pussy block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that bitch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
Jesus love you but I don't
Break your face and take your phone
Aim the gat your brain is blown
Pastor p stay on a thrown
You a child who think it grown
You not him bitch you a clone
Actin tough your head is gone
Fuck your life I got my own
You a wide fuckin man
I know your ass never ran
I be blending in the dark
Cause my dark ass be kind of tan
Bigger than my zip code
Caught him on the reload
You cant fit up in a car
Your ass need a railroad
40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been bitch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist fuck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pussy block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that bitch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
You obese as fuck
Whipping in a stolen truck
Bitch you need a tummy tuck
Or big ass stroke of luck
Cause you got cholesterol
And it's clogging up your heart
And you can't move at all
Hit the gym yeah that's a start
40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been bitch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist fuck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pussy block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that bitch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you a troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock
Jesus love you but I don't
Break your face and take your phone
Aim the gat your brain is blown
Pastor p stay on a thrown
You a child who think it grown
You not him bitch you a clone
Actin tough your head is gone
Fuck your life I got my own
You a wide fuckin man
I know your ass never ran
I be blending in the dark
Cause my dark ass be kind of tan
Bigger than my zip code
Caught him on the reload
You cant fit up in a car
Your ass need a railroad
40 spin his block like a beyblade
Ops they been bitch made
Shoot down your plane
Smoke a blunt to your mayday
Fist fuck your face
With a Glock or an Ak
Run with a switch
Cut him up on the same day
Raining holos on that boy
Running down that pussy block
Killin' people gives me joy
Leave that bitch dead from his shock
Punch a kid and break his toy
Rob that pussy take his sock
You a bitch yeah you troy
Snap his jaw yeah it gon lock