I squeeze til the TEC empty, Blue. 30 in the clip when I let semis shoot/
It’s no escaping this situation! If I miss the first 8...you’ll still ‘Catch 22’/
He ain’t the best he just rap the most. But I got a big blade that’ll drop vets/
This legend’ll die! Y’all gon find some big shit in Bayou like the Loch Ness/
U do FNs every week for approval. You need the accomps to boost yo pride/
It’s like trigonometry, Blue...you put in all this work to get a fucking cosine/
But for the right price...u’ll be headed towards the bright light/
When I start taggin niggas with the FN...it ain’t a fight night/
I’m all gunbars. But it’ll be personal when ya fiancé gets hit when the K sprays/
Or knife to her throat...Slash her neck and ‘rip chord’ when I give ya ‘beyblades’/
Two already told you to Jet, Blue....cus I’ll let this K spray and wet lames/
Give ya whole squad wings...n have a choppa talk to u a like Jay Jay the Jet plane/
If you step you dyin. Infrared beam when the TEC gets lined/
You better leave or I’ll put the light on ya roof like a exit sign/
Cred already wounded you. I’ll finish the job when bullets rip this jerk apart/
Ya shirt gets marked...I’ll put the medal to a vet chest like a Purple Heart/
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