Think It's a Game

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BKNaj

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I just got done loading the clip
Red beam on the gun how the f*ck can I miss
Bloodies they with me they yelling don't trip
Beam gon boom right through his hip
My bitch bad put the knock in her tit
This new shit I drop bet it's gon be a hit
Chat on my name but ain't never do shit
Talk on the net tryna move like a bitch
We outside
Cop me some za I'm bout to get fried
Stay on DTB cause these bitches just lie
Don't diss over here like you must wanna die
Spiritual god he get sent with the Nine
If you talking on bro you get sent to the sky
Dummy think it's a game
Talk on the net but don't put in no pain
If he think that he tough bet you watch him get flamed
Knocks with the beams they right to his brain
You know I'm a demon I cannot be tamed
Little ass nigga better stay in ya lane
Put the beam to his face he get put in that frame
Sky red we gon make that shit rain
Don't diss to be hot this shit not for the fame
Bend through bitches screaming my name
Bend through that block I got accurate aim
You know you a rat niggas know that you told
Bend through them blocks like I'm all in my mode
You sucking my dick like that shit getting old
Dropping my tracks now I'm all in my zone
Like I said he get beat the chrome
He talking real loud better lower ya tone
If he run up on bro he ain't making it home
Keep thinking he tough we gone break up his bone
Bitch keep fiending nd calling my phone
She know she a dub tell her leave me alone
Keep dissing now we up in your home
Don't wanna talk hot they won't leave me alone
Ya say ya on that but really ya not
City is lit but we making it hot
I said shawty a thot that bitch is a bop
When it's comes to the bread I just do it a lot
Do this music shi I bet I don't flop
Talking that shit will make you get dropped
I don't diss to be rich I don't diss to be hot
Walk with a nine this shit not a prop
He feeling dripped he get beat with the mop
Chat on my dead we gon take off ya top
Fifties and Hundreds we make it a lot
Speed racing we gone bend through your block
Pack him up he get put in a box
You trippin
Brodie gone blast you know he ain't missing
Put you in class we gotta dismiss him
Dick on her lip she love to be kissing
Niggas is fake the f*ck is a friendship
No beef over here so watch who you mention
They diss over here it's for the attention
That nigga a kid he got put in detention
My baby she love me I feel the intention
Don't say too much that's the end of the sentence
I just got done loading the clip
Red beam on the gun how the f*ck can I miss
Bloodies they with me they yelling don't trip
Beam gon boom right through his hip
My bitch bad put the knock in her tit
This new shit I drop bet it's gon be a hit
Chat on my name but ain't never do shit
Talk on the net tryna move like a bitch

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