Whatever Goes Around

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Itsjust.Los

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It's just Los
They say whatever goes around comes around
Run up on my block and then we put you in the ground
Shootin' down negativity, movin' up now put him on the shirt, bitch, the f*ck you
Gon' do

Talk out your neck, then I'll run in your room paint the walls red, now your bed is your
Tomb I'm the angel of death and it's fitting the
Room Law on my ass, gotta watch how I move
But I'm still flippin' flows like two times two

Still pullin' sticks like you feel me, fool talkin' out your neck, bitch, watch what I
Do I got names on the sticks and this one here for you
Ain't got no time to be slangin', no deuce
I'm in the game but got nothin' to prove I got more guns than a gang of recruits

I'm back in the booth and I'm finna get loose
I get on these beats and I murder with ease they callin' me Hulk because I got the green
Aim at your brain and then I let it breathe get to the chopper, I see enemies
Yoppers and choppers, I got what you need You gotta be stupid for fuckin' with me

Ayy, ayy, ayy Pull up on the scene, they hatin', I know it
Drac in my hand and I'm ready to blow it Run up on me, there's a tag on your toe and
Spin on your block, empty that bitch and reload it
They know I'm the best and there ain't no need to boast

Call me Pennywise, by the way, I make her float
Call yourself a rapper, but you're really just a joke
If you want the rah rah, then I'm comin' with the scope
Bitches gettin' mad, cause I hadda change my flow

Shaved my hair off, cause that shit had to go
Talkin' at me crazy, put the metal to your dome
And if you want the smoke, then I let this bitch unload
They know I'm the best and there ain't no need to boast

I don't need a beam, cause I'm comin' with the scope
Call your ho a goat, the way she give me that throat
Put you in the pack, yeah, I turned him to a ghost
Ayy, sticks on deck, fool, you better feel me

Talkin' out your neck, watch how I make you feel
See I got names on these sticks, one reserved for you
No time for slangin' deuces, I got bigger shit to pursue
Ayy, ayy

The wall's painted red, your bed becomes your tomb
I'm the angel of death, bringin' forth the doom
The law on my back, gotta watch every move I make
Still flippin' flows stackin' chips like a heavyweight

Head of the class like a graduate
I'm up right now and you mad as shit
I'm on the top and you flappin' your lips
You run up on me, then I'm uppin the blick

You run up on me, then I'm swingin' the blade
Have your mama cryin' over your grave
Should've learned to just stay in your lane
Maybe then you would still have your brains

Maybe then you would still have a clue
Maybe then your bitch ass wouldn't be on the news
Maybe then you'd realize that I'm just better than you

Bitch

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