Lunny Ben

A luticrus losin it clueless we finna do it Pursoin this music losin my mind smokin and Coolin he’s lookin foolish pullin trueless bullshit hit yo bitch line better know im finna hit it cuz her boyfriend on sum little shit he reppin lil boy shi this bitch ratchet it’s gonna happen in fact Imma get to clappin tell yo man’s to quit yappin he’s bitchin cuz his bitch I was tappin in the Stu like what’s happenin fucked her on the counter broke the kitchen cabinet and I just wanted to rap it start trappin smokin blacks in the back of the cabin bro brought a gun you know I went straight to stabbin smokin woods and these nugs stay stackin and my dick stay packin deep in her throat had that bitch gaggin finished had her tongue flappin We comin back ain’t no changin that me for the moola a bunch of ally rats Face the facts The brothers back that means your time is short and my pockets fat but homie relax the death Of you gonna be ya wack ass rap it’s gonna tear your spinal cord right out ya back what the fuck was you thinkin us brothertons got a nack for feelin the need to attack it aint bullshit but pain we attract so try again lil boy playin but I can assure you all ya homies fakin cuz these muthufuckas faker than some muthufuckin fakers but stay in yo line cuz we don’t care if you hate us quit bitchin and go listen to my latest cuz if pac was here he’d tell you we finna make it you can’t fake this cuz I know exacusion is the resolution to all the pains that we facin tryna get to the top better know that I’m racin still got dreams that I’m chasin lookin for this money fuck bein famous this pain is relative like your world is crashin down and you know you can’t save it look I put neuce around his neck ain’t here to flex here for the checks last time I checked I could be the best instead of waitin for the rest