Betty Crocka
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•29 May 2021
flippin packs counting stacks got black and yellow crack and smack what you need ill serve anybody anyage fromyo mamma to yo teens i know its not right gotta feed mines though sleepin in the trap shit i grew up in it called it home roamed around serving up all the dope headived into it shit dam near headbutted the game hunger is what drove me rocking up on the stove what you know bout that running out serving dove soap to phenes not once did they chase me chickenheads tryin face me for a hit of the pipe the game was ripe for the taking i was aching for the mula waking baking betty crocka no capping strapping down weight to the truck keeping glizzys tucked letting my dogs off they leashes eat yall up steppin on whoever neck when they wrecked better have the money on payday or its mayday mayday man down streched on a railway started wit half a teeshirt doubled up got the whole ball next was quarters ounces then the whole pack ran wit da sack always stayed loyal while others teeterd on real or fake never could snake one of mine high all the time had to take out the trash at times foos be garbage put some lame on he aborted the next day couldnt handle the pressure of people flexing tryin take his away i handled my own even though i was a pup they was grown my cologne was kush pack for man didnt see myself working 9 to 5 for the rest of my life like that fast money test me in the streets grade A i passed with honors never stand up for your honor fuck that judge hating on us with a grudge had to be ruthless never have feelings like i was born wid out them bitches from the cradle to grave i stand on my own stand on my word got some ditch diggers holding on the grim reaper thats what we call it we got the power to take your life and grippin it tight close your eyes this will be over in the blink of an eye at least for you from word to mouth word ill put the gun in your mouth blow your mind out like lil Durk signed to the streets catch a fine if you step outta line boy dont test mine got cuzzos in da Dino that put yo dumbass in a deep hole they wid it playing freeze tag with the poles looser loose his soul demons and streets gods round here have no fear of anotha man if he bleed like me and you lettem have it clap em bitch em out smack em let the opps no its attack mode on sight aim the beam shoot thru his thoughts call them empty minded motherfuckers acting simpleminded yall from da suburbs trackstar runners never been gunners i stay with the hunters
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flippin packs counting stacks got black and yellow crack and smack what you need ill serve anybody anyage fromyo mamma to yo teens i know its not right gotta feed mines though sleepin in the trap shit i grew up in it called it home roamed around serving up all the dope headived into it shit dam near headbutted the game hunger is what drove me rocking up on the stove what you know bout that running out serving dove soap to phenes not once did they chase me chickenheads tryin face me for a hit of the pipe the game was ripe for the taking i was aching for the mula waking baking betty crocka no capping strapping down weight to the truck keeping glizzys tucked letting my dogs off they leashes eat yall up steppin on whoever neck when they wrecked better have the money on payday or its mayday mayday man down streched on a railway started wit half a teeshirt doubled up got the whole ball next was quarters ounces then the whole pack ran wit da sack always stayed loyal while others teeterd on real or fake never could snake one of mine high all the time had to take out the trash at times foos be garbage put some lame on he aborted the next day couldnt handle the pressure of people flexing tryin take his away i handled my own even though i was a pup they was grown my cologne was kush pack for man didnt see myself working 9 to 5 for the rest of my life like that fast money test me in the streets grade A i passed with honors never stand up for your honor fuck that judge hating on us with a grudge had to be ruthless never have feelings like i was born wid out them bitches from the cradle to grave i stand on my own stand on my word got some ditch diggers holding on the grim reaper thats what we call it we got the power to take your life and grippin it tight close your eyes this will be over in the blink of an eye at least for you from word to mouth word ill put the gun in your mouth blow your mind out like lil Durk signed to the streets catch a fine if you step outta line boy dont test mine got cuzzos in da Dino that put yo dumbass in a deep hole they wid it playing freeze tag with the poles looser loose his soul demons and streets gods round here have no fear of anotha man if he bleed like me and you lettem have it clap em bitch em out smack em let the opps no its attack mode on sight aim the beam shoot thru his thoughts call them empty minded motherfuckers acting simpleminded yall from da suburbs trackstar runners never been gunners i stay with the hunters
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