Bitch, reppin No lackin MGMT all day brah, Straight from the studio... Bringing you the heat, Aiii, Leggo.
Broke boys trippin in the hood, Nigga got caught slippin in the hood, No lackin bitch, Steady scopin Providing you with a red dot on yo head boii, Fake ass nigga got caught up with a few bullets penetrating his chest, Ye i'm flexin on em', Murking division, Bang bang Making your shirt red like arsenal's, I chop rappers like scoobydoo snacks, No witnisses, That's how i feel, You gon' diss me? Here's the deal, Click clack Shoot M Up, Shottie in your face and death is the thing you gonna embrace, Spit bullets, Raaaahhhh. D-Double That's me, Call me hitman because i Murk rappers like Max b, Young stunna, Shades black, Face wrecked up, Nigga looks crack'd up. This nigga claims Seville, Wait till i get there and death is the only thing i gonna' spill.
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