You're type homo, I'm type hell fire bitch
This nigga flies under the radar not just 'cause he smells like shit
Me n my homies fucked your girl, whored that gucci
She got more than double tapped. You couldn't afford that on Call of duty
You can trust I'll fuck you up and leave you bandaged brah,
At least when I punch you in the face I'm not worried about my manicure
You gotta be kidding thinking people'll listen to your fables
No matter how much you bend over, and hold tight You're still living off staples
I'm the silence after the storm, your the latest victim
You couldn't set piece if your parents had their own KFC chicken
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