I messed up the lyrics I wrote decide to freestyle and it went fucking hard
I’m driving fast like it’s nascar didn’t get you this time I might kill ‘em on the next bar said she wanna shoot a video now ur bitch is a pornstar bitch I don’t care far I gotta go to know you dead fuck the cops fuck the feds 1400 Trippie red want the smoke eat the led help him quick he needs some meds fuck the legs we hittin heads im just smarter I’m ahead I killed my oop and yes he bled hide the straps in shed “what’d he look like” “he had dreads” gotta switch the word smack you with the dang like Johnny amber heard man y’all some some sheep or that’s what I heard bitch you is a geek you a motherfucker nerd there I go again just like a top his block I gotta spin my killer a psychopath he murder then he grin this A uzi not a mac it got no pen nah girl stay away that face should be a sin trying to show em how like where do I begin “damn how long did this take you to write” “not that long homie took one night you bitch call me shugg and I’m dark like knight got the 9 up on my hip and I still might fight broke ass 3 wheels whip look like a trike this shit is easy I fucked your hoe she was so sleezy might slick my hair back bitches call me g easy feel like cover girl the rymes are easy and breezy god damn I could easily go all day long man I’m writing poetry fuck whiteing a song wanna live to 70 tryna live long high as shit on the moon lance Armstrong get the fuck out guess we don’t get along man this shit to fire gotta use some tongs please don’t ever switch and snitch turn into a bitch call me Leolo leave you might need a stitch man I swear bo2 days is the only thing I miss lil hoe nasty you can’t no kiss real shooter hit the 3 no assist accuracy just like my music so I never miss stfu you just bleeding from the mouth born up in the north now I live in the south yeah he wanna talk bullets shut his mouth gonna be #1 in the industry bitch best believe leave ya dead In ur sheets running like it’s track some cleats fuck the best no excuse kill your self here’s the nuse Writing books like dr sues something like a trilangle the way I’m speaking truth also like a triangle yo bitch is obtuse
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