

Prompt / Lyrics
If you ain't street don't come around me You a bobo you been going on a clown spree Trying to imitate a g boy you could never be False claiming got you turned into a casualty We was good homie why you wanna hassle me Oh you had seen I fucked yo bitch on balcony Slid twice through the city now they after me Bitch you gon need a whole army just to handle me I'm something deadly when going on a murder spree And if them people catch they gon throw the book at me Called my cousin q you know he wit the shit Hit me late last night said he had a lick Bout 40 bricks 30 pounds and a lot cash We hit the spot shot him once partner where the stash Oh he playing hard still talking trash Looked over to the left his girl was in a bag See y'all bitches playing games we set the city on flames Watch them police ass bitches down town giving names Took a automatic gauge shot him dead in his brains I'm not the blame I been feeling all kind of ways Pray to God on my knees ask for better days How can I live wit the shit I done We used to rob drug dealers every day for fun Knew you wasn't wit it seen it from the start Yo momma cried when you died she died from broken heart Went to your funeral so they can see I'll get you hit in the streets if you play wit me But I don't want no extra I just want my shit So if come for the bread better give it up quick And if you still got a problem I'm shoot you wit the stick
Tags
Rap
1:34
No
1/22/2026