I pop nines.. Catch u at da liquor store or stop sign
Bullets put ya face thru dat window like a neighborhood watch sign
cool
Knock ya brain out ya noggin.. Wit da extra clip im dumpin more
& ya body'll Layaway from ya head like u ain't have enough money at da store
lol cool
Hammer like Thor.. Punches hit like ether
Bitch.. a simple Hook'll give u death like the Grim Reaper
okay
Nigga im off da Bean wen i murder, but I wasnt raised in Boston
Faggot I'll Toss ya Bag in a Hole like a game where u toss them
it's called cornhole and I'm the northeast champ, wording at end was eh but still cool
vs
u bring fists to a gun fight. I ain't really wanna notice
I'd clap ya hands....if ur feeln happy and u really want to show it
no
I've got guns that'll run tear's - peep the credentials tiger
It'll wet ya shirt up more than muffs crying - n thrown it in his menstrual cycle
eh
Don't play no games. I keep the gun tuckd loose.
And lift it from the waist to spill ur shit like dump truck juice
okay
Fuck a fight night, tho ain't to test the time..
1 inch punch the Bruce leeway... The way I KO u with extra time
nah
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