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real smacker when it comes to rap sh_t, i can’t commit
boy don’t tell me why you seen me & ain’t shoot, sound like a b_tch
(?) with that b_tton he like “how you save a switch?”
with my set up b_tch she sold her soul to this spyda sh_t
all the opps be tryna drop the beef they don’t stick to the script
every time them n_gga get them whacked they know who did the skit
now i gotta throw at my mans he been jumping d_ck to d_ck
try to act like we ain’t f_ckin’ over with

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when them n_ggas drops get involved i turn into a trick
blood on his hands he tryna shake it off like taylor swift
i be all on them n_ggas ring tryna gеt a clip
if i up on you and you don’t got yo pole you getting stripped
backеd out the last minute dawg would’ve been a l!ck
ain’t been in the backseat in a minute i’m starting to get that itch
lame n_gga told the hoes he spydak they ain’t convinced
for a n_gga i just robbed he gotta whole lot of lip
play it cool after i eat you ima slime yo ass twice
why the f_ck the opps trading out attempts for they pipes?
you forgot this n_gga robbed you? get the f_ck out of his likes
(?) i got 50 for whoever stab strike
i can tell you if he goin’ boy i’m knowing he the type
caught a opp he got to trippin’ almost fell off of his bike
got a section with a rapper finna walk off with his ice
get to reaching with no hope i bet i take yo f_ckin’ life. (aye)
i can’t go for sh_t, n_gga’s ah’ die
what you mean you ain’t gang? claim your 5
pick his brains up, my n_gga, that sh_t trife’
n_ggas shaking in that strike ain’t got the heart to take a life
i can’t take them n_ggas serious they leader is a dyk_
why the f_ck the hit the crib? we the type to walk outside, ima let that sh_t slide, sike!
i don’t even wanna touch a blunt if we ain’t smoking strike
i told dawg “i got a fully for you, take that n_gga pipe.” (oh my god)
woke up told allah i hope today the feds don’t knock
gave his ass so many shots they should’ve cut him off by now
i can’t lie, i wouldn’t even snitch if pigs could f_ckin’ fly
on my pops i’m throwing everything i catch a skiordie
i can’t have my guns jamming i put b_ttons on my glocks
put a b_tton on my cuz’ too ‘guess we into it now
blew a n_gga down i’m in the groupchat tryna get a ride
treat the feds like my b_tches, all a n_gga do is lie
can’t even sit through lil juan song, this n_gga a capper
a n_gga swing on me i’m popping out with face tats after
my momma asked me what i’m riding with she know ima smacker
my n_gga dame told me to “calm down” i’m only a rapper
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real smacker when it comes to rap sh_t, i can’t commit. (f_ck rap.)
boy don’t tell me why you seen me & ain’t shoot, sound like a b_tch. (sound like a b_tch.)
(?) with that b_tton he like “how you save a switch?”
with my set up b_tch she sold her soul to this spyda sh_t. (gang)
all the opps be tryna drop the beef they don’t stick to the script. (scared)
every time them n_gga get them whacked they know who did the skit
now i gotta throw at my mans he been jumping d_ck to d_ck. (aw man)
try to act like we ain’t f_ckin’ over with. (b_tch f_ck on.)

- spydaspruce

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