Dreadful (feat. Tamir)

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Yeah, rapped out, I'm goin' right in
Straight to the top
All for the 'Guap, yeah I gotta get it
Punchin' the clock
Havin' shit locked, dreadful you facin' a hitter
Bangin' the pot
Paper for rock, beat it to piece it ain't scissors
Dishin' the drip
Packages sent, charge 'em for handlin' and shippin'
Whole gang on a mission
Don't get in the way of the Skrilla
We ain't playin' we for realer
Tell me what's ape to gorilla
Glass shoes for the slippers
Late night, we turn it to thriller
White gloves, for the zippers
Dreadful, we turn it to thriller
Straight to the top
All for the 'Guap, yeah I gotta get it
Soon I get it
Gymnastics and hat tricks, Yah a magician
Makin' work poof like a wizard
Up in white smoke I'ma bring the whole blizzard
Stick to my scales like a lizard
Pourin' fruit punch that pineapple and 'Sizzurp
Never slow countin' digits
Prey on the trap, f*ck if it's sacrilegious
And I'm married to the money
Fuckin' love you honey, dip is my mistress
Know the zone more than Lane Kiffen
Katniss Everdine, pull back for my district
On the phone
Swear the Feds listen
Stick to this code
F*ck patrol, free my hitters
Block sayin' pop everyday, off top I will pop at ya brain
Baghdad with bombs, City Of God, feelin' just like 'Lil Zé
Made me some 100s today
1000s In grams of that weight
And that's anything
I move everything, telekinesis the way
Weed and all my guns
Only need that type of love
No Co D
Beat cases up, my own shovel in the mud
Bottom canines draped with slugs
By the case, get filled with slugs
F*ck a race no face it was
In the trap like f*ck a club
Shit because
Straight to the top
All for the 'Guap, yeah I gotta get it
Punchin' the clock
Havin' shit locked, dreadful you facin' a hitter
Bangin' the pot
Paper for rock, beat it to piece it ain't scissors
Dishin' the drip
Packages sent, charge 'em for handlin' and shippin'
Whole gang on a mission
Don't get in the way of the Skrilla
We ain't playin' we for realer
Tell me what's ape to gorilla
Glass shoes for the slippers
Late night, we turn it to thriller
White gloves, for the zippers
Dreadful, we turn it to thriller
Bangin' the pot
Makin' it rock
Shorty a Thot
She tastin' the cock
Don't play with the 'Guap
We throwin' up shots
I'm gettin' to it
Guess who is not
Bend through 'ya block
And we layin' the corner
Soon as he walk in
We walkin' up on him
Put this dick in her
She surely a goner
Just for a pound
Have them hitters up on 'ya
You know what you smellin'
It's Swisher aroma
You just inhaled that
Put shit in a coma
We got it by pounds
Got it by zips
This shit be goin'
You better not miss
We shavin' scales
Ain't talkin' bout fish
This be that grease
We got it cheap
We put him deep
Way more than 6
Bottom of sea
Straight off the bridge
No body shots
Straight for the wigs
We lit 'em
Straight like a 'Cig
That n**** keep hidin'
We straight for his kids (Straight for his kids)
F*ck with the play
Lay where he live (Lay where he live)
If nobody come out
We run in this bitch (We run in this bitch)
NTM be the gang
And we runnin' this shit n****
Straight to the top
All for the 'Guap, yeah I gotta get it
Punchin' the clock
Havin' shit locked, dreadful you facin' a hitter
Bangin' the pot
Paper for rock, beat it to piece it ain't scissors
Dishin' the drip
Packages sent, charge 'em for handlin' and shippin'
Whole gang on a mission
Don't get in the way of the Skrilla
We ain't playin' we for realer
Tell me what's ape to gorilla
Glass shoes for the slippers
Late night, we turn it to thriller
White gloves, for the zippers
Dreadful, we turn it to thriller

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