Ur done tard, all my bitches got pieces n they stunt hard
My hos'll spray u w the metal n sprinkler blood on the front yard
brains crushed w the back of my pump, no shots to end a hater
call u a 'fag' n then strike the butt over ya ear like ya savin a cig for later
Ur sad n depressed. Life is a mess plus Love seems to be fighting against u
I 'Pinpoint ur heart' ache as ur issue n then start to stab u with writing utensils
See him displayed, keep ya mouth closed or speak n get sprayed
Open up n a couple clicks'll let the heat out, im leakin mixtapes
Adduct ya girl but u can save her, stop the torture if ur worthy lame
Ur 'one free try'll' fail, n to pay the price you get to watch for 30 days
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