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Eight Seven
I got the chopper like judo it kicking
I whip like a chef in a restaurant kitchen
I’m changing my style cause niggas was dissing
He talk on me once and he ended up missing
I’m keeping it quiet cause I am not snitching
The fuck do you want from me stupid stop bitching
Hit him with this woah and that nigga start glitching
Thought he on my side but that lil nigga switching
This Glock got a few things to spit
This 50 do backflips pop you like a zit
I don’t give a fuck bitch I don’t give a shit
This chopper gon' spin like a merry-go-trip
We cooking it up nigga we getting lit
If you run up on me you get shot in your shit
Who the fuck is you staring at Bitch you ain’t shit
If you think about talking I’m getting you hit
I’m shaking the soda if they talking hot
Ima blow his head off like a volcano top
If I hear him talk hot imma blow up his block
With this clip on my dick put my trust in this Glock
I hit from th back and that girl started dripping
I hear police sirns you know that I’m dipping
He lacking too much I think that nigga tripping
Call that nigga bitch, boy the names very fitting
You sing like a bird I’m gon' spit like an SBR
He run up on me that nigga won’t make it far
Your bitch on my dick and she said it was very large
Inject you with bullets ain’t talking bout black tar
We pull up in silence I came in a black car
Niggas be talking too much, they cap hard
I’m right at your current location the trap card
I’m partying hard I’m gon' set off the frat bar
I got the chopper like judo it kicking
I whip like a chef in a restaurant kitchen
I’m changing my style cause niggas was dissing
He talk on me once and he ended up missing
I’m keeping it quiet cause I am not snitching
The fuck do you want from me stupid stop bitching
Hit him with this woah and that nigga start glitching
Thought he on my side but that lil nigga switching
Yeah, fuck what these niggas be talking about
Cause I know they be talking for clout
These punk ass boys and girls talking aloud
Got these Glocks we gon' show what the fuck we about
I got 100s and 50 round drums
If I spotted an opp boy I won’t let him run
I’m strapped with a mac and I’m shooting for fun
I’m gon' be at the top number one
Knock off his body his head on the sun
Mag look like a ruler smack him like a nun
I got knuckles on me if I don’t got a gun
You diss me for the clout lil nigga you a bum
Knock off his body his head on the sun
Mag look like a ruler smack him like a nun
I got knuckles on me if I don’t got a gun
You diss me for the clout lil nigga you a bum
These rapping ass niggas ain’t bout what they rep
Got a 30 round clip secure to my Kel Tec
They say I’m a pussy okay nigga bet
We gon' see who the fuck put to rest
Bitch I’m a gorilla call my gun a rhino
My gun photo negative call it albino
Your skin going pale I call that vitiligo
That boy wanna fight but he know he gon' die though
Eight Seven