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i peep the animosity
they plotting on my goals
they know that they ain’t hot as me
they think i’m getting cold
probably thinkin ah ways of stopping me
betta come lay in the road
but i know far as i can see
imma probably run em over

she probably the type to hit houses n hit hoes
she probably the type to cop a p & get it gone
she might be the type that get pros
throw away the phones
and he might be the type to tell it all
don’t tell yo bro

i know that i can’t trust sh+t
i peep the way they move
they know that they can’t touch me
thеy know i’m in that mode
see he on that tough sh+t
i might touch his soul
bullets makе em duck quick
like he seen troll
i be on that f+ck sh+t
but ain’t no getting hoed
and he be on that f+ck sh+t
he gon get this pole
feel like i’m getting buckets
every shot a score
me, i swing sticks
like happy gilmore
hallows gon have em torn in between the 2
latoya luckett
if i put the drums on this b+tch
he gon scream like trumpets
& we gon make a band ho
they gon call me bandjoe
countin money so long
forgot how my hands work

she probably the type that don’t gossip just get hoes
he probably the type that won’t watch em
but still troll
she might be the type that do scams
can’t go to stores
and she might be the type that tell it all don’t trust yo hoe

n+gga talk like he be watching me
i told em i ain’t scared
n+gga know he ever try to march to me
he gon he hear dis band
n+gga really comedy
that boy funny
all that playing
boy you don’t not startle me
you make me think you fed
how you spend a whole year watching
& still ain’t spin
you lack hospitality
you ain’t greet me when i came
you just like to hassle me
i think you one of my lil fans
no, you can not rock with me
so you be throwing sand
creep up on his house or
f+ck it k!ll his fam
pay a n+gga to take em out or
f+ck it do it myself
what you steady countin me out for
betta calculate my steps
i was going house to house
creeping like yo dad

she probably the type that don’t gossip just get hoes
he probably the type that won’t watch em
but still troll
she might be the type that do scams
can’t go to stores
and she might be the type that tell it all don’t trust yo bro



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