I could take you to the crib
Nigga show you how we live
Never gon forget and I'm never gon forgive
And I put that onna set
That I'm coming for ya neck
Gotta hitta to the left
Watch these bullets leave you wet blaow

Blastin'
I been thinking bout the past tense
Pussy nigga always stay talking bout that action
But when I gave him bars I haven't heard from his ass since
Stop with all that acting
There ain't shit you scrapping
Except your attitude when I'm walking in the room
Talking how you'll blow there ain't shit you finna do
Cause you coming with the front always going thru the back
Always talking bout the strap well then why I catch you lack?
Oh no!
Done playing games with you niggas
They told me that the money make change out you niggas
Oh no
No
It's not the same for you niggas
I been holding no bars bring the pain to you
Niggas
Oh no no
Oh no no
They don't know know
They don't know know
I'm on a different wave fuck these rappers spittin game
I just spit the fax if it ain't then I won't say
I ain't one to odd flex only proper content
Type to get your top picked and I block they nonsense like

I could take you to the crib
Nigga show you how we live
Never gon forget and I'm never gon forgive
And I put that onna set
That I'm coming for ya neck
Gotta hitta to the left
Watch these bullets leave you wet blaow

Blastin'
I been thinkin bout the past tense
So much that sit on my mind I think I need an Aspirin
I'm done wit it
Y'all dumb quit it
Get outta my face
For I break yours
Put a lump in it
Better pipe down
Who are yall clowns
Cant bump wit it
Right now
Y'all gotta bounce
Mm announcing it
This is the end of the line
Testing my patience and wasting my time
You been a snake i been trying to shake
So i got me a blender and turned it on high
Y'all can get liquified
Im quick to admit imma snip ties
Slipped in a pit wit the tricks and the slick lies
Nevermind that
You aint you aint had my back
Only thing that you had was knife in it
Homies for life yeah right
Boy you got me all tight
Even tho i aint the type
Yeah
Yeah
Even tho i aint the type
Even tho i aint the type
Been biting my tongue
I dont speak out of spite
Used to scream out my lungs now I shut up
And write
Now its over on sight
When you come around
Might fight pull a mike tys
Leave you on the ground
Bite down

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Matthew Bailey, Noah Cirasunda