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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