Pest Control Anthem
2Stxpid
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Vion bounce through the cut, all black tinted windows, and we gon' tap it Hella goofies dead, ain't sweet talking, boy we get up to smacking Do his ass like Duck, we slide in any weather, do the packing XD put your lights out, AR-Ps and chops and Glocks, we slamming Told that bitch get back for his partner, ain't shooting on that drill Keep on yapping on that live, that's the type shit that get you killed You ain't ever been outside, keep on pump faking, you ain't real Slide through his set, bullets gon' fly and we gon' get his lil ass filled YPC, GBG, Yung Pest Control, we be demonstrating X'n out all of rats and we ain't doing no more playing A1 shoot to kill, she buck a right down Lemay, choppas spraying M sixteen ain't got no silencer, break down your door, we raiding That boy got cracked up in the hallway, how you let them hit you up? Why you all up in my DM? Get outside, pick up a gun Just got me a brand new choppa, better keep your lil head tucked I know the goofies hella mad, you can't touch me, I'm staying up D3 jack him for that Draco, ran off on his ass They steady dissing, say I'm trash and B2 cannot rap You can't say shit to my face, yeah, I'm talking straight to Cash Everyone know that you ain't on shit and you ain't finna blast Told bronem buckle up, swerve the box on the e-way, no crashing I got them killers tailing, hop out with them sticks, they get to cracking He ain't shoot shit, he ain't shooting nothing, why the f*ck he keep on capping? Task force bounce down Hampton, two twin G nineteens they get to clapping Burning shit up, two oppas in a Wood, f*ck a Dutch Smoking on C, he ain't pop out and that boy, he pulled up Your partner three foot, he 'bout to be another three on bruh Ninteen-eleven rip through his face, we leave him in the mud I'm extra grimey, extra slimy, goofballs acting like they hard Pussy boys, they always capping, they ain't out here playing ball Shoot like I'm Kyrie with this fifteen, I'ma pull up, kill them all Five-five-six gon' knock him over, watch that boy, how quick he fall Keep that static on the net, you ain't bucking out, take the wheel YPC, we stomping shit, we get up on your ass for real On New Hampshire down to Lordshill, got them pipes, we clutching steel Caught your ass down in the cut, but you ain't finna shoot for real Take it back to August, told them I was dissing on your mans Walking up the stairs, you sent that big ass bitch to throw his hands Now his ass in SCOPE, he got ten hours, know y'all asses mad You was really bitch, you ain't pop out, come here and get it fast Yelling out my name and you keep saying you smoking my pack Bryce keep wanting beef, like "who the f*ck is you?", get off my sack We them Stxpid Boyz, we get shit done and we doing all the packing Swerving in this new bought SRT, you ain't on shit, I'm laughing Affton goofies K for life, don't go through here, yeah, this our section Tried to set my ass up with that bitch, I gave the wrong direction Told her spin back twice and A1 saw lil Mikey, he was lacking They was in the cut the cut, "bah, bah, bah" but they ain't get to blasting Now it's February, A1 on the mic, go Back two Back D3 dropping Hot Shyt, f*ck lil Phinney, his ass turned to rat Sitting in the stu, just writing down, now it's my turn to rap Yung Pest Control mop them up, Cash crunching fours, he ain't on that Caught us in the lawn but you a bitch and you ain't finna blow Posted at my crib, but you a pussy, you been ducking smoke "Not afraid to catch a case", that's what you told me, ain't it, Cole? Stay true to your word or don't say shit if your ass got the loc While I'm at it, f*ck your clique and all them dudes you call your friends Run they mouth up on the net, they fold in person, that I bet Phinney, why you talking hot when you was snitching, you a fed We three deep, we get you gone, we trying to paint your block up red Bronem hit the e-brake, time to hop out, we bouncing through cuts Better pray to God that we don't find you, we gon' send you up Aiming for your top, three hundred shots, you better keep it tucked Stop being a goofy, go play ball and come and get your shit back in blood We them Nugget Tapperzz, get shit done, you boys gon' die for dissing Get up Cash with your bitch ass, we put you on a shirt like Skiddy Come through here, get served here, up that pole, you better not get whacked Hit him in his face, that's a K.O., we take him off the map
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