Ain't GUNNA Tell
Mitchyy Row
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Yeah Yeah Heyy Heyyy My pistol is plastic, my bitch made of plastic And they both fantastic, my flow so aesthetic I ain't gunna tell, I don't do no rattin Check my DP, that discovery packet Hundred K, strong it's stuff in to the mattress Hundred bad bitches, but really they average He don't want problems, I'm sending the address He don't want problems, I'm clutching the ratchet Baby daddy callin', very next morning I gave her plan B, so why you so erratic Electricity when it come to that static F&N flip his ass, he acrobatic Twenty pounds tucked in the muhfucking attic off wochi and tussin, they think I'm an addict If I wasn't trapping, I could've bought pateks If I didn't re-up, I would've bought pateks Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a nigga by the toe Get a knife, cut his throat, bitch, I'm a savage Pussy nigga down the road, tellin' that he got a phone Hit his ass with the chrome, sending him to medics Ball head shooter, bitch they calling me reddit All of my niggas got motion, kinetic Nigga wrote a statement, now they trying to build a case Man, it is too late for my niggas to dead it (Pew Pew) grab the semi gone spin the block (Whew Whew) Now I'm trying to duck the city cops Say he don't dance, that chopper, make him diddy bop hundred round drum, my nina got her titties out Say you a rat, I'm really trying to figure out You talk to them, what that shit about? A blemish on your face, can't clear it out On your head, they just put a big amount There's only one option, we send him to heaven There's only one doctor, can save him no reverend If they double up, then this head gon' be severed She gassing 'em up like a 7-Eleven She bring them back home, that's just part of the schedule His body on ice, like the top of my bezel My pistol is plastic, my bitch made of plastic And they both fantastic, my flow so aesthetic I ain't gunna tell, I don't do no rattin Check my DP, that discovery packet Hundred K, strong it's stuff in to the mattress Hundred bad bitches, but really they average He don't want problems, I'm sending the address He don't want problems, I'm clutching the ratchet Baby daddy callin', very next morning I gave her plan B, so why you so erratic Electricity when it come to that static F&N flip his ass, he acrobatic Twenty pounds tucked in the muhfucking attic off wochi and tussin, they think I'm an addict If I wasn't trapping, I could've bought pateks If I didn't re-up, I would've bought pateks
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