You not built for this, young boy talkin big shit but he dumb frail
I mastered the art of battlin, here ur chances are slim, ill make him split wit one 12
Don't ever tell this hoe some shit, cuz when he around the cops he can't close his lips
Yu can die quick bitch, no quidditch but its game over when I catch this golden snitch
I keep my Nina n we pull gory crimes, guns spit faster then Corey lines n destroy necks
The outcomes never Goodwin shorty shines, even his 40 times couldn't help u avoid death
Fool u ont pop tools, load glocks or hold chrome dezzies
Hoe stop u ont let off shots, if u got a Beretta then its an old Chevy
I don't even have to spray heat, my squad deep and they stay killin
If he test me u Macy a parade of my dogs eatin this nigga like thanksgiving
You don't wanna box guy, I go ham after I down a gram of my spinach
If one land ur finished, I pop eyes n that a leave retina damaged condition
R.I.P
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