Taliban cypher

Diamond, diamond, little chopper Pulling a walk in a Lita Pulling a walk in a Bima Whip a nigga like a dreamer Pulling a walk in a double car I got a glove, better run F*ck on your heart, look at the sun You're her sweet little honey bun Riding around with choppers and drums Mask up like the Taliban I'm just fucking all your friends In the trenches where I been Looking like I'm dirty dead I don't f*ck with only fans That boy not gang, he resent All about the bitch I miss All about trying to get his bread Shawty trying to mess with my head Shoot at my chopper, I feel unwilling We on and on down, yeah, we leaving for dead Each other just run when we shout out his leg We slide on your body up my window silly We come and talk and you get smoked like Tony Now, shawty, she love me, she all on my dick Like it's Madonna, she said she love it She wrapping around, she just cuffing it in But shawty, I'm finna just be a lil' bit She wanna go shopping, wanna spend her all right She wanna have a lil' seat up, mash up my swag I love her, her body, I like the contact She clutching my two-year, she having my back We keeping our toes, yeah, we never just lack Woah, woah, I'm at the back If I wasn't, I promised myself I would stop If I wasn't, I wouldn't put bags on the rock But I did so I guess I would walk how I talk Let me know if you gon' show Put a whole Glock inside of my robe Put a whole Glock inside of my door Three bad bitches inside of my stove Three stupid niggas just trying to get active F*ck that lil' bitch, she turn into a rap Feel embarrassed, I call her my nigga I should've figured, should've pulled the trigger Get the get back, I feel this pain Running up some numbers, nigga, in my lane I'm a rogue, nigga, stay hard to tame Cut that lil' bitch off I ride with that nigga, they piling that shit Need a lil' chopper to up on that stick Disappear like an anomaly, bitch Disappear like an anomaly, bitch If he suck on the gang, I'm up in his face Stop all that capping, you not shooting shit Gotta ride with a hood, gotta ride with a bitch I got so many hoes, I don't know who to pick I got so many hoes and they tryna f*ck We gon' get that boy gone, that gon' make her go f*ck She think I don't want her, but she was my buddy And bro, the Glock, it's gonna get ugly And bro, the gun, you know he gon' shoot Like a magician, that would go poof Get her a run, that boy is a goof Punching that nigga, he missing a tooth I walk in that party, she tryna f*ck She got a friend, she finna suck Any nigga be lame, I don't give a f*ck Knocks like a door, never hear that door She don't know when it's up, it's always stuck Oh, he let us talk, we outside for real She get a hot body when she pop a pill I feel a slump, be fucking for real She said be quiet, cute as she still I hit her once and then I go close These niggas talk, I go over the post I gotta shoot her from the East Coast Will this burn a nigga She like cash I give her this, I'ma have the most I love that money the most I love that money the most How could I motherfucking fight How could I motherfucking fight Why don't we take it online Oh no, I chop up that nigga, my bro Just for the cash, I'm locking at the store Fucking this dope, whipping on the store From the same place, starting to feel raw Nigga, stop talking, pull up with your bro Chop up this shit that you throw Niggas won't see me for sure Nigga, I'm ready to die Nigga, this nigga ain't froze I'ma set him in his nose Niggas ain't ready on us F*ck nigga, talking crazy Won't pull up on me Pull the trigger, pussy nigga Bitch, you won't smoke me I feel like niggas won't get off like me Bitch, I'm smoking your dead You saying you hard, but you talking to feds If I got you liking my nigga, you dead This nigga retarded, this nigga a sped Get on my face I need some space Niggas don't want smoke with me I think that that's a fact If we catch him while he lacking We gon' shoot him in his back I been making racks, nigga Come up on me and get hit in the back I take out a chopper, I got a new strap She faking it over, I'm breaking her back Nigga, I guess that I'm just that Nigga, I'm homie with a fucking Mac Nigga, this nigga smoking on some crack Nigga, smoking some crack Nigga, wow I got that Glock and that biscuit with grill I got that beverage, I bought me a grill Nigga, that nigga shot in the grill You ain't nobody here, that's what it is I might be blowing this shit Finna blow up, ain't been doing this shit Just blow it back like, yo, homie Just got that back, finna call me some Rick You is a pussy, ain't stepping on shit Like you is a broke-ass, steamy lil' bitch Put that lil' boy in the ditch Put his lil' friend in the ditch Like, woah, off in the blow Shoot the lil' boy in the toe Take off his fro Take off his face Take off his face I can get hit with that mace Mace Ah, yeah, ah Ah, yeah, ah Ah Ah Shoot five times to the thinker I'm pulling my chopper, it ain't resistant He'll get hit like a blinker I got all my beers, I'm rocking my Racer, bitch, I'm rich I got all my chopper Light up the room like I'm taking a piss This shit finished, shit finna blow Pull up his crib and we taking it down Homie, get hit with the fire Got my lil' boy, he not ready to die Yeah, he finna die Run on that boy, gon' hit him in the eye I run that bitch, she finna fuckin' die I run that boy and I blow We gon' smoke up to the sky Ooh, ooh, ooh That one's talking shit, I'ma f*ck on his bitch She fuckin' with me cause she know that I'm rich She's hiding that shit, my brother finna bleach I'ma let that bitch dance on my wrist I told that bitch, look at me when we having sex I told that bitch, look at me just how y'all ex Toss me the keys, I'm spinning a whip Hundred degrees, how I'm hiding this bitch These diamonds, it's cold now, they wet on my wrist Yeah, I bet you a million you won't see me slip Niggas be crazy, they ain't even with it Lil' boy tugging down, he get popped like a zit Feel like magician when I got a stick I'm like Abracadabra, he turn to a zip My nigga for real, I'm up in the pack My nigga for real, I'm never gon' lag I'm on my brother, we rocking all black I might just hit a word and we riding it back Niggas say I ain't got motion, you can't Money like Lego, the way that it stack Keep it a hundred, I ain't finna lie to you Ask me a question, I'll tell you a fact Kick it with gang, I slide with the pack Bitch, I'm a general, turn up my tack Copping a bag, I'm getting it fast When it come to money, I got me a knack Watch how this motherfuckin' big body roll Watch how this motherfuckin' money gon' grow I be too busy, no time for no ho Hop on the stage, I'm rocking the show Look at the way a young nigga float She was a fan, she gave me rain This hoe my nigga, I ain't telling no joke