Tekst piosenki
Reporting from the 7 and 5
You are now fucking with the hottest nigga alive
Oh you comin’ for mine?
I swear to GOD that’s a suicide
Must be out your mind or not know
I’m out of mine
What the fuck, nigga?
Razor tongue, quickly I cut niggas
My foot get on that neck they screaming
I had enough, nigga
Trust me, the team, you don’t want it with us
I’ll reduce y’all to ashes, dust to dust
Y’all niggas talking too much
My niggas prone to get buck
You speak the wrong you’ll get touched
I know some niggas that bust
And i’m 7 so you know that I’ll kick in the clutch
So don’t find your ass on the wrong side of the pump
Blagh!
The second coming of this rap shit
Y’all bastards spit blasphemy
Practically, i’m raising niggas
While they fucking attacking me
What the fuck y’all asses thinking
You’ll beat me with all that whack shit
Actually, you assholes, you need to get you some practice
Actually, you lacking the star shit to be spectacular
So hang it up, you actors, i’m teaching that master class shit
Surpassing everybody
You mad but could never stop
They calling coppers on me
My verses committing hommies
Blagh!
Murda! Murda!
Gunshot from de microphone
Bad man present, here
Fiyah pon de pussyhole
Ya dunno me
But you could get know me
No dougie here but you ain’t fucking with me homie
Somebody once told me
The top it was rather lonely
But I ain’t missing no one
So fuck it, y’all cats could blow me
I ain’t even tripping, you bastards are far below me
My name it isn’t jay but I’m speaking them facts only
Friday I’ve been bossing
Been leaving niggas in coffins
You bastards is all my progeny
Should’ve had an abortion
I got Ownership of everything
Yall not getting a portion
This take over it is hostile
Call my verses extortion
This is lyrical arson
My fucking cadence is caustic
My flow is too bloody awesome
Yall better proceed with caution
Cause Losing never an option
I’m getting guap with a lot of thots
Any beat I bless I bet that records getting spun a lot
Mollywhopping niggas
Snatching sneakers in the parking lot
My records burning houses down
When they hit the speaker box
And satan he don’t fuck with me
He said that I’m too freakin hot
And then I wet the nigga up
Somebody better grab a mop
Killing mostly everyone that’s why I don’t do features yo
Swear to god noggas got me on my bully yo
Like the Phoenix far as heaters go
By the way, snatched that crown about a week agooooooo!
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