[~RustyGunZ~]

Don't talk it if u can't walk it, cus if I check ya & ya fake you'll die
Pull up to ya crib in the forine & wave the heat out the window like grandma baked a pie
Put ya head through the coffee table, then stab ya with every shard - this shit is gory
Fam find ya in the living room droolin' w/ spikes in ya head like they turned on rick & morty
I don't do the fam dissin'. Ya gal dope, so I'mma take her if u test me
In ya own damn bed droppin' bombs w/ a fox under me, & u can't even pull that off on Netcees
Then my homies hittin' next - that bitch a party & shes in her glory, joker
This ain't the gram, but we'll have a ring around her face & keep tappin' til the stories over
Tell u to leave & ya life spared, but thats a lie cus we known to shoot
You'll step outside just to see some sticks above ya head like the patio got a pergola roof

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