Dump

Yeah here I go, Prove go switch Flow Fin to U-Haul niggas nigga you lil Nigga is a hoe Thought we were fam but it's nah Nope F*ck it I don't want to dread on the Subject it's nothing She ask me not to speak nothing Of it I guess it's f*ck it But any who Back that S-Prove I think I found the cheat code Can't wait till Cuba hear this shit I'm on beast mode They playing with ya brother, no Longer can I keep the peace bro Finn to smoke niggas out now Who want the heat though I'm cancerous and if you diss You probably wouldn't want to Respond back with a battle rap You wrote for Don't let me get the tweaking it'll Be clip, clip Bitch hit, and won't stop till the Pussy get to know leaking Grip, grip, deflower clip, clip was Henny and horsepower I digress, this ain't the podcast The format is kicking yall ass, I'm finna dive back Thought about it but hell nah we Ain't going to pause that What up with it Shooting shots no productions Nigga Blacking out and I brought the dogs like we hunting niggas I done re-lapped yall I'm on your bumper nigga Backshots for that broad, I'm Mr.Thumper nigga F*ck yall finna have a junk yard Brunch on niggas Goddi said why trash the thoughts Verbal dump on niggas I'm just speaking what I'm Feeling She's concerned bout what's she's Hearing I'm intoxicated clearly I'm listening but barely I'm speaking don't you hear me Give a f*ck bout what you feeling The truth is don't you dare me get Ya fucking ass buried Heard I was looking scary, nigga What for Not yall, this is my shit mother F*ck yall Got me talking spicy, dripping hot Sauce MGM the clique meet the to boss Guard and protect send Cuba at His neck to take his block off Shit when y'all gone learn the boy Is not yall I'm tocking while you ticking I'm a time bomb gone wrong You locked but I'm loaded with it You hot but I'm colder with it Heard these niggas roaming and Reigning, I'm Stone Cold'ing With it And I ain't fucking with you Niggas, I'm Hulk Hogan with it Boy I got some layers with me Shout out to the players, Ric Flairs with me Shout out to the shooter on the Bench J Terry with me Which one of yall boys are Second I think some Larry in me Told her I was good before I Cheated yeah that Barry in me Black on black monochromatic, I'm thinking casualties This runny shit be pissing me off I need a bladder leave Believe, this ain't just a one off I got a pack of these And I ain't jacking none the talk You rapping, on the faculty I'll dial it down, ride around my Hood like a private town Just some thoughts I had up in my Head, I had to jot em down The smoke done hit my body Revving easy now So high, I don't see a cloud unless I'm looking down I'm just speaking what I'm feelin She's concerned bout what's she's Hearing I'm intoxicated clearly … I'm Listening but barely I'm speaking don't you hear me Give a f*ck bout what you feeling The truth is don't you dare me Get ya fucking ass buried Heard I was looking scary, nigga What for Not yall, this is my shit mother F*ck yall Got me talking spicy, dripping hot Sauce MGM the clique meet the to boss