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(ayo reap, run that sh+t back)

choppa make him dance, ain’t no pants on his b+tch
i jus get these bands treat his main girl like sh+t what
imma k!ll the boy cause that motha f+cka’ snitched
all you motha f+ckas copy paste me, suck my d+ck

p+ssy ride your own wave
blow his brains like cobain
got me sick like covid
i’m so lit i’m glowin’
p+ssy ride your own wave
you fake and you know it
your b+tch on my d+ck
and you know she finna’ blow it
yo b+tch gimme top top top top
i’m almost to the top top top top
test me better stop stop stop stop
or you’ll get pop pop pop popped

i ain’t with that nonsense
bullet hit em’ in his noggin
ain’t no witness he ain’t got no friends
and if he did, i’d jus’ k!ll him again

that b+tch wanna come over
she drunk as f+ck nah she ain’t hungovеr
i’m off the drugs, the gas i’m slumped ovеr
she pulled up anyways i bent her over

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