Battle Arena Tournament - Cred vs Lotto Smirk - OPEN FOR VOTES

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Verse 1
known to body weak cats n it's fact the punches u throw light son
so bitch u been walking a fine line w/ me since you can't fuckin write one
triad punishment w/ the blade it'll make ya suffer bad kid
1000 cuts'll have your death dragged out way longer than the summer classic
run a train on ya bitch, we gon have her pussy spread waiting
playing on the table while all of my dogs poker that ain't no famous painting
netcee's is ya life so guns won't be the cause of this 'g's death
cus the only way he loading clip after clip is viewing bags beef thread
sluts into bondage so when I have her in my room later
have the bitch strapped from both legs n call that move the tomb raider



Verse 2
No Terrence Crutcher but..

Infared dots at your top leave you shot when 2 arms rise to the air
Connect 4 wit the glock. Them red dots 'll cross a line thru this square
Im hittin ur broad right, all 12 inches in her throat keepin the jaws tight
Doggg, I aint seen NOTHING get rid of a foot this fast since frostbite
Send em to hell quick ur body in Tampa Bay sleepin wit shell fish
All they saw was a Machete under ur Skull. Thats a Buccaneers helmet
This nigga only tough off liquor but I'll end a party wen the heats drawn
Think its a game n I'm shooting right across the table like beer pong
Ur girl I put the D on, givin more blows to heads than a Klitscko fighter
She got that fire top that dont stop the shit remind me of a zippo lighter