Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Load up
Like a nigga packing some cargo
Like a maniac when the car’s towed
Get cracked in relation to a soft cone
Drop more lines than a motherfucking bar code
You don’t really want this work
I’m outcast and them niggas ass, more ass than a twerk
Hold up, life on the line, my niggas do time
My nigga Chris in that house, and he ain’t living fine dine
You daddy and mine, was never there so
We kill those, and fuck hoes, like dildos
And still live like weirdos, God damn
This that shit they’ll kill for
But I walk around like I am bulletproof
And that is fully true appeal for
That thug shit, they love it, I was it. but does it?
Give the same hype, same hype for when they’re busting
Like a fucking zip lock, when I start pick pock
Niggas on the strip cocked with a fff nine
Giving your bitch cock, when the fucking stick rock
Bring eight friends, I could fff all nine
And that’s that liquor talking
My dick a Tonka truck when I fuck this up
And they hate the way I feel to give no fuck!
[Hook]
This that shit they wanna kill for
This that shit they wanna kill for
This that shit they wanna kill for
This that shit they wanna
Kill for that
Put it in your grill for that
Shit they wanna kill for
This that shit they wanna kill for
This that shit they wanna
Kill for that
Put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for that
Me!
I make mills off that
Kill that
[Verse 2]
Memories keep telling me fuck up anything that is not a friend of me
Bitch you can get in front, never ahead of me
Hit it from the back, get her squirming like a centipede
On this notepad, I go mad
With me solo, there’s no hope
And these rappers are not rad
They take up space like a whole note
Man my time is the realest, fuck your time, it just ain’t
Try to stand up to this shit, get knocked out like a faint
This that DGM flow, this that BMG business
Never thoughts of a God, I don’t give no forgiveness
Because these bitches are something, they’re taking toll
On me, while stressing, I’m taking a toke
And then I’m confessing, I’m getting so cold
Runaway rhymes, so I never go home
Even as a tod, never was the type to start a fucking prob
Now its time to just fuck up, everything, ceilings crumble to the floor
I leave a pussy just blown, I would trombone your hoe
Then pass it on to her hoe, and beat it like metronomes
That’s the way that it goes, so I don’t love, I just flow
To make a mill and get more head than a pillow
[Hook]
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