Wild (feat. Breez Tha God)

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You probably heard I was broke from a bum
Please don't let that nigga front
He wanna play? In his grave he will lay
I be smokin' that boy like he's Runtz
I pop a nigga in Safeway
Feel like Baby
Don't play cause I'm crazy
If I hit the mall and I don't gotta shoot me a nigga it's considered a great thing
It's always caution
Niggas better duck whenever I throw a shell
Redskin
The way that I'm killin' you think the boy done came from hell
Mixin' the za with the block
Shit be lookin' like it's trail mix
And if you ain't a heavy smoker
I bet you don't wanna inhale this
Bail quick, you better leave
I want that boy to make it home
If he keep runnin' his mouth
I'ma let brodie split his dome
They told me that the world was cold
I put that bitch out with no coat
She asked me what the f*ck you on
I told that bitch I'm in my zone

So many switches on the grip
I never know what they be doin'
I get an attachment from your bitch
Then throw an attachment on the Ruger
She say she think that I'm the shit
Bitch, I be drippin' like I'm fluid
Ain't even on the radio
But I'm the one to get in tune with

I can't mix the ganja with the lean
It seem like it just doesn't get along
Gotta get it up when I get over to your bitch
She said she wanna get it on
Told her to save me, is he gon' dip?
Just so she know when I hit I'm gone
Then asked if she still tryna get some dick
And hit up my niggas and put them on
Said it sound like Tyson on the beat
When I get in the booth hittin' songs
And they love when I switch up the flow
Everyone know I got different one
They couldn't find em a meaner nigga
And didn't know Nina was sittin', son
Any sight of action she start dancin'
And she let it shake till the clip is done
I'm the god but I hit the strip
Man them niggas know I'm on demon time
Half them boys be illiterate
So I know they ain't readin' between the lines
Sometimes my punchlines come at face value
If it ain't over your head it went around you
Better hope they miss when I send them 'round you
Them obituaries where the homies found you

So many switches on the grip
I never know what they be doin'
I get an attachment from your bitch
Then throw an attachment on the Ruger
She say she think that I'm the shit
Bitch, I be drippin' like I'm fluid
Ain't even on the radio
But I'm the one to get in tune with

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