Fym

Man Fuck them niggas,

Dawg they bitch made,

I don’t give a fuck bout how they feel,

Bitch nah for real,

I need my shit paid,

Yo bitch wonders how my dick taste,

I Got a switch up on this Glock,

be cutting shit,

like its a switch blade,

I’ll fuck it up,

Without a Trojan brand,

They use to be a gang,

now they a clothing brand,

A different member,

Different T-shirt,

He say he hungry and he want beef,

So He gone eat dirt,

I’ll Bust out yo grille,

Like i done crashed yo whip,

I’ll take that fucking bag you got,

So I can have your chips,

I Got sent nudes from yo bitch,

that trash look sick,

you know you only got that hoe

cause you got passed that bitch,

Bad assist,

I’m Finna spas,

Like a 12 gauge,

Collect the funds,

Repeat the process,

And get Well paid,

Take everything you got,

Since you self made,

And when you ain’t got nothing left,

Them you get shot up in yo fucking face,

Fed you that sopa,

How the fuck them shells taste,

Then yo body turn cold,

And you get pale in the face,

Got the block on lock,

like i got it well braced,

Knocked them boys off so much they got line at hells gate,

You Talking shit,

I don’t give a fuck,

on what you talking bout,

Get left by the bricks,

All stiff,

With some chalk around you,

Ballistic test,

yellow tape,

yellow numbers too,

Bleach my skin,

Burn my clothes,

And lose the gun i used,

Keep it quiet,

Then act surprised when I get told the news,

Played our parts well,

Thank you for dying,

Like you suppose to do,

Man Fuck them niggas,

Dawg they bitch made,

I don’t give a fuck bout how they feel,

Bitch nah for real,

I need my shit paid,

Yo bitch wonder how my dick taste,

The switch up on a Glock,

Be cutting shit,

Just like a switch blade,

I’m fucking up,

Ain’t got no Trojan brands,

They use to be a gang,

now they a clothing brand,

Different member,

Different T-shirt

He say he hungry,

He want beef,

So He gone eat dirt,

Them boys be soft,

Just like a 20 sack,

I wanted it,

I bought the shit,

You wanted it,

You got fronted that,

You is a bitch,

I gotta punish that,

Then I go fuck yo baby momma,

Using X pills and honey packs,

Turn yo granny house into a trap,

Have her butt naked in the kitchen,

Clothes missing as she whipping crack,

A Real ass gangsta,

you just isn’t that,

You hate me,

Cause yo pocket anorexic,

And Ain’t getting fat,

Man Fuck them niggas,

Dawg they bitch made,

I don’t give a fuck bout how they feel,

Bitch nah for real,

I need my shit paid,

Yo bitch wonders how my dick taste,

I Got a switch up on this Glock,

be cutting shit,

like its a switch blade,

I’ll fuck it up,

Without a Trojan brand,

They use to be a gang,

now they a clothing brand,

A different member,

Different T-shirt,

He say he hungry and he want beef,

So He gone eat dirt,