APE
Kill4Willie
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Energy made this one Yop, every time they say bro, they a*s getting faced Don't give a f*ck, he in the whip, he still getting chased Love the way how this b*tch shoot, don't even need no aim I can tell this nigga broke as f*ck, you just be talking pape It ain't no apes around you n*gga, why you rocking Bape and all my n*ggas scoring, ain't no passing boy we use our heats And every time we catch a n*gga, make him beat the feet Or Catch a flunky n*gga, and make him do that that sh*t for tay B*tch, I love sipping on wock but I don't want no trish That b*tch n*gga die like a thot, cause he ain't use his head B*tch, we gon' keep spending they blocks until them niggas dead We do this sh*t for Willie, say bro name, den you gone meet this led I'm on this block looking for that b*tch nigga R*y, it's two clips on that choppa if that nigga try to run away B*tch, I'm known by Kill4Willie, baby sosa , but I'm known from Tay Smoke a opp and make a plan a funeral the same day Didn't your f*cking brother died the same way Then choppa bullet, hit his ass up in his stomach He couldn't ease that pain B*tch, I'm a young turning nigga, all I know is bring the flame Jump out gang, we hopping out, we tryna face some sh*t Catch a lil n*gga in his whip, and we gon' paint that b*tch We spill the juice up out they cup, them boys ain't staining sh*t. Hit a opp b*tch in her crib, and make her take d*ck Put the flash up on the glock, this b*tch gon' blind his a** Hit a b*tch n*gga with this f*cking K,and make his spinal crack Them n*ggas hoes ain't jumping out, they ain't popping sh*t Shoot a n*gga top, aint OT love, but we dropping sh*t I wish a f*ck n*gga would play up on my top That's the last time you ever see your mans,cause I'ma pop this b*tch Oh you ain't heard the f*cking Glock, got a cooling kit Put this b*tch up on you, have your niggas put your mans on the shirt and sh*t I love chalking shit, either hopping out or in the whip, we still boxing in I'm finna hit this n*gga block, we miss, we spin again I don't give a f*ck, he with them n*ggas, he a d*ad man That boy Rookie,he ain't never seen a f*cking ten N*gga you ain't got no pape, or no fucking stick, nigga, you a walking lick He think he icey until we take that n*gga f*cking kit Drop a hundred in that n*gga whip and make him crash that b*tch Yop, they got me f*cked up, speaking down on Willie that a get a n*gga touched, we don't need no bucks All blues in my f*cking pocket, got me cripping up N*gga reach the wrong way up and this b*tch gon' get his a*s slumped Stomp, a n*gga, in my Jordans, I don't need a Tim B*tch, every time we send a shot, we shoot, above the rim Jumping out that truck, don't wanna see me like lil Tim B*tch, we got sharks in that water, tell them come and swim B*tch, these niggas f*cking bait Playing in that field, you ain't no f*cking hero N*gga, you ain't got no cape I ain't finna please a b*tch, n*gga, I ain't got no cake Stood over his a** with that fire, brrld, eat his face B*tch
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