Aye bruh.
Gon head & lock me up, me not makin bonds a fuckin fable
Try to start me up, Im fresh outta county watchin ESPN.. thats a jumper cable
When I execute em I tell em it'll hurt less than a bee sting
Run in they crib, pull em out back & have em prayin in da grass like them green things
Whether its me or I hire da goons faggots should be fearin
Either way it go they meet death at the same time in my Pythagorean theorem
& Im givin hoes dis fuckin meat until they cry
I be burnin up them cheeks, like they sittin on some bleachers in July
Just keep testing me & watch me piece yall mouth
Keep thinkin everything sweet til dem teeth fall out
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