#letgo #tabzup

i got real barz for this boxer with no career im like mike tyson leave ya missing a ear when i knock this tab out tabz up where the traps money you fucking chump ill tell yah mom wassup stay with the funny stuff tell yo baby momma stop riding my dick with the sticky shit that she spit when u kiss her know u eating my sloppy seconds for dinner its clear shade the winner cry shade bitch yo crew do that like a 9 to 5 ill take a alphabet remove the vowels keep the W for the win and tatto that L on your tracks ill always keep a G so get at that get better punches before you get gangbanged by my massive tracks heat for a fozen bitch melt quick soft as shit i got real shit for a real G you trap tabz so u fronting and your mommy crib is the street you claim go lay up on that trap couch in yo parents crib call it trap tabz gangster shit I got to do a bust running over this chump while his daughter rides hope her brain survive pick the weapon to get your spine shattered by i am gravity the way i bring down the massive weight with bars all day stickin bitches in they grave i could spit all day you needa a bib spit up what i say trap and tabz are all games so come play tabs are a front so i sent first you can ask him later if i hit em where it hurts you aint a trap you a church kids story's in your versus i stay keepin the trap nervous if you really trap tabz front the regulators bag to smoke u can't u broke the plug called tabs up where da money punk