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540 - threw subs 2 / comeback lyrics

[verse]
if he wants smoke, i’m f+cking him up
f+ggot ass n+gga really wanna talk?
k!ll yourself, n+gga you suck
you’re egoing me, but you ain’t going up
how’s this n+gga talking ’bout f+cking my mom?
i guess you don’t like men, b+tch, you lied
n+gga wants smoke with me? i’ll make him cry
and let’s talk ’bout lil’ jt
that n+gga’s a b+tch, and he ain’t gripping heat
put it on my life, knock him off his feet
you n+ggas are lame, tryna sh+t on me
and not to mention, man you n+ggas is sweet
if i catch m4ri, he better have cleats
i’m ending you n+ggas like “xyz”
you n+ggas is dirty like std—
you n+ggas is dirty like std, like sh+t
don’t like none of you black n+ggas on my d+ck
fat ass n+gga needs to really get fit
’cause when i see him, b+tch i’m throwing my hits
p+ssy n+gga, you ain’t uppin’ a grip
these n+ggas see me going up, and they b+tch
lil’ n+gga better go make them hot pockets
punch a n+gga in his eye socket
i ain’t ever call you sayin’ i’ma k!ll myself, b+tch you called me first
ho ass n+ggas just ride, and flirt
word to my life, all you n+ggas dirt
i give a f+ck about a f+cking shirt
put ’em on a banner, and turn ’em to some merch
you n+ggas lame, n+ggas b+tt hurt
beat hard as f+ck, shoutout 40 perc
yeah, it’s 540 with perc40, yeah, that’s two 40s to yo’ f+cking face
if a n+gga wants smoke, pull up to the place
like i said n+gga, pull up to my estate
f+ck where you from, n+gga f+ck yo’ state
n+ggas p+ssy, n+ggas talkin’ they hate
ha, what did marrgielaa say?
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas ’cause n+ggas be gay
vasto talkin’ sh+t? it’s not sh+t to talk about
shoot that b+tch up, and we roll out like some autobots
smoke a n+gga in a motherf+cking parking lot, all because that n+gga just wanna talk a lot
you is a npc up in a battle bus
said that you wit’ the sh+ts, b+tch you was never tough
n+gga try to run up on me, he outta luck
f+ggot n+gga needs to drop the f+cking floor
double cup, it’s full of ice, i’ma pour a 4
ha, what did i say? i don’t know
you need to k!ll yourself ’cause your life a joke
said i’m finna quit, but i ain’t finna go
yeah, how much—
nope, turn that f+cking f+ggot music off
man, that’s on my life, you n+ggas knockoffs
and i’ll hit these n+ggas with the sawed off
yeah, yeah, swear these lil’ n+ggas p+ssy
hold up, you gay, so i say you bussy
b+tch, i’m a pro, all you n+ggas rookies
droppin’ a diss, do you want a cookie?
thought he was tough, n+gga thought he shook me
you is a goofy n+gga, said “whoopsie”
y’all not wit’ the sh+ts, y’all just raw bologna
like 1oneam said, all these n+ggas phony
you said i’m a f+ggot, but you just a dyk+
didn’t your grandmother lose her life?
like, old b+tch lost her life
stupid ass diss, that sh+t needs a strike
i give a f+ck about what these n+ggas finna say
all my life i’ve been dealin’ wit’ fakes
now makin’ money, then get out my way

- 540 lyrics

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