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do not use in empty fields - 2 lyrics

[verse 1: x]

lookin sharper than a swordfish
blinded by the collarbone you can’t afford this
yeah, x comin wit a vicious flow
biters outchea with a nibble then just can’t let this sh+t go
heavy with the sauce yeah we stay drippin
never get lost , hit hard the v8 engine
battle tested proven without a doubt
teach you how to count 1,2 to the mouth
see you won’t ever fold me though
all good see we won’t let her homie know
juliet and romeo kno she gon ride like the rodeo
leave her cream filled that’s an oreo
x comin wit the sick intention
hit yo weak side, like some misdirection
on the roster i b first you can’t b slow to mention
so much fire you’d think we in the smokin section
but you ain’t ever seen this
heavy with the kicks tryna kareem this
gon be dead and full of metal kinda like my jacket
leave your head blown like a muhf+ckin gasket
balled up in the corner like some cotton
we seal team 6 you bin laden
yeah , and you know we steady watchin
rollin deep with the heat bottled up, on some oxycontin

[verse 2: fashody]

prescription in my pocket i just sold it to a snitch
good thing i know these cops better than i know my b+tch
i don’t pass i make my sh+t
triple double no assist
pull up on these motherf+ckers thinking they can hold my d(bleep)
back to doctor office to get a prescription pad for hits
bricks on bricks i’m laying like shaq at the free throw line i miss
kilos on kilos i feel like k!lling the vibe with cough syrup and sprite i may not make it through the night i’m like
100 bands inside my pocket
fly to top on top a rocket
i make b+tches call me papi
crazy head she gave it sloppy
bust my seed on top her bun i call it poppy
(bust my seed on top her bun i call it poppy)
bread on bread making money till i’m dead or until they call the feds or until they find my meds
i done heard what i was told i don’t give a f+ck you old i make what you make but ten fold in gold
i ride through the city with my high beams on can you see me can you see me i’m playin my own song
these b+tches in my lane but my swerve game strong
i swipe to the left it’s a mess yeah i move on
soldier on the frontlines i’m in “iran”ic situations like when i lose my phone
and ask my b+tch to find it so i can text my other b+tch ima late to getting home

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