Tabernacle
Mykel
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Got a lotta dirty stacks How yall talkin all that crap but you aint even got no racks My pockets gettin fat we can all get some money dont be actin like a rat I can teach you a thing or 2 about trappin Bands coming to me like a magnet Need a lil bitch that be actin fuckin ratchet My glocks never lock up when it be clappin Better mind yo bidness bitch when i get stackin Why they copying my lines when i get to rappin Shit be fuckin crazy i aint rappin like lil gravy I just be actin shady, got my juice chillin in a baby bottle Turned all my semis fully auto, got the switches up off ali baba How you talkin all that drama you aint even got no llama I can be yo bitches father Shit aint nobody hotter Im the shit baggin glock popper Pressure cook a bitch like a betty crocker I just be sellin nug i aint with all that flockin Gotta keep a lil baby chopper Cuz i heard they talkin all that drama Im finna pop off some toppas Bitch Im finna pop off some toppas I could really be yo bitches father They coming to me im set up in a tabernacle Better respect my presence in the palace chapel Im finna mix up yo brain but i aint playinon no scrabble A mixture of the drugs i got it up out the capsule Chillin in my castle but im ready for battle Bitches from new york and bitches from seattle F*ck you mean you got some green beams I got my red beams and my red drank Im powin up that stank Im sippin on that dank I be laughing all up in the bank Making plays errayday The cycle of flippin got me living on the edge Paranoid pistol grippin lemon squeezin Buddha on my neck shoes christian feet be bleeding All these bands im proceeding All these packs i be scheming Givin bitches percy dick why they always screaming Servin up the fetty wap why they always fiending Juggin and finessin Caught a couple bodies I called her ass a blessing Him with a smith n wesson Left his mama guessin I aint even testing Bitch im reckless Cannibal rounds left em all headless You see me with a bitch and you know i be pimpin Get dem QPs by the week bitch you know i be flippin In all black on yo block Servin all these thots They all suckin cock autobot Im servin rocks out my ankle socks Blowing big chops droppin bodies non stop What yall thought you'd get flappin to the cops Im servin a lot im sending out the boowops 50 an eighth boy yo ass need a fuckin stop My livers fried my kidneys in a knot Mods on my glock itll make yo block hot Spin yo ass like a beyblade then i pop off yo top I jugged me a lot, i finnessed a whole lot of bops What can i say im a demon for the guap
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