fuckraze – lxxvii lyrics
[verse]
dont wanna f#ck with dat b#tch ye wassup
i got the foe b#tch im sippin on wock
smokin big gas with gang inda cut
inna rover skr skr at ya mof#ckin block aye
a#a#aye
shawty she call on my phone aye
copy my sh#t u a clone aye
gtfo of my zone aye
run up the function im sellin the pounds
all of ur ppl are mof#ckin clowns
i got the mag and i empty the rounds
dont give a sh#t bout u mof#ckin sounds
ye b#tch im lonely im all on my own
smokin big gas and im rollin a cone
i got the vision a mof#ckin drone
and f#ck all these labels i do it alone
okay (kay)
dont give a f#ck what u mof#ckers say
i got a strap b#tch im ready to spray
body got dropped and the mof#cker lay
u want a feat b#tch get rdy to pay
all of this ppl are fake
body get dropped inna mof#ckin lake
i got the crack b#tch im rdy to bake
im in da club b#tch im poppin a pill
grindin so hard to the mof#ckin mill
77 the mof#ckin drill
u think u got talent b#tch u got no sk!ll
i got a glock on my mof#ckin hip
sendin 3 shots on a opp and i dip
servin the crack b#tch i hop outta whip
and if u talk b#tch i empty the clip
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