nxerces - thawt$layer 2 lyrics
[intro: voice memo plays]
[verse 1: wildaust]
trappin’ on frontstreet
trappin on backstreet f+ckin yo b+tch on beat
ion give a f+ck ion want no feat
run up with choppa imma go on a spree
hit ya in the leg imma take out ya knee
yea i got the vision you know i can see
yeah i’m wildaust and i be with my team
ion like pills but i might pop the beam
run up on me and you gon catch the beam
40 round drum and it carry the steam
i don’t like hoes and they don’t like me
i run up my check and get to my green
she beg me for weed i swear she a fein
i treat her so good like my super bad queen
i f+ck on that b+tch and i break on her splein
i get stupid high like i’m in a dream
i don’t tеxt her back and i leave hеr on seen
i ghost her for months i ghost her for weeks
i took off the collar and broke off the leash
i am a menace and i am a beast
i do not get why they hating on me
i might f+ck that b+tch then go to her friend
f+ck all the rumors and f+ck what was said
i am a rockstar to the day of my dead
tats on my ribs with tats on my neck
i aim at the head i shoot at the chest
run up on me and you gonna take the test
i dont got armour and i dont got vest
shoot at his sh+t i leave him at rest
i only want head ion like s+x
yeah im a felon
i ain’t do no tellin
thought i was sellin
i was smoking it up
yeah all in my blunt
i took the mug shot high off runtz
yuh aye right off the runtz
yuh aye right off the runtz
[verse 2: nxerces]
b+tch dont lie to my face gotta put you in yo place
yo new man a lame yea he a disgrace
talking all that sh+t jit get outta my way
gaslighting hoe she dont got no cake
two faced b+tch heard you toting a kay
standards lower than yo gpa
tryna come back get the f+ck out my face
sh+t ain’t sweet it ain goin that way
[verse 3: nxerces]
yea comin outside with a bl!ck in all black
swear all these b+tches be talkin is cap
you just mad cause yo b+tch on my lap
strapped with a pistol ill blow yo sh+t back
15 round clip yeah i need that sh+t stat
talk about opps so i got on my maps
you already know they stay inna trap
broke ass b+tches ain’t got no cash
robb em for they sh+t sell out no tags
talkin gangway while flexin no flags
ill be ready for yo hit yo homie a rat
when u pull up quick ill show you this gat
you can’t pay yo rent you broke and that’s facts
thought i missed you till i came up on some racks
coldhearted b+tch won’t get a text back
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