Hit Kids Not Juuls

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Why you talk about guns
Cause I like to
A brutal homicide is
Something I might do
Like I fucking said hoe
7 times bitch
Pistol whipped, uh
You gon die bitch
Hit kids not Juuls
Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
Bang in this bitch, hang up the bitch
Stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your bitch
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang
Bang in this bitch yeah the shots gonna rang out
You annoying fuckin dick
We not gonna hang out
Hung by yo neck get dropped for a check
You a big-bodied bitch so you don't got a neck
Concrete fuckas blow your brains out
Run around wit the mob when it fuckin rain out
Rip a rib cage right out of your abdomen
I don't got a gun bitch I got 10 of em
All my damn ops, 6 feet deep
7 damn bodies, in the dark is where I creep
Dark boy, with what
With the messy hair
Wander in the dark, bitch
You go missing there
Run around the motha fucka really boutta pop a fucka
We don't hang whitchu cause you with the cops fucka
I'm a milf magnet so I'm the real motha fucka
I'm a milf magnet so hide your fuckin moms fuckas
One-two, yeah I hit em with a one-two
Wait till I show you what a motha fuckin' gun do
Bitch move, running thru yo block with a big tool
I don't give a f*ck if I come off as a bit rude
Voices in my head screaming nonviolent
Ignored the devil on my shoulder he's gone silent
Yeah they tellin me go violent
The devil on my shoulder has been silent
Hit kids not Juuls
Hit kids not Juuls
Hit kids not Juuls
Hit kids not Juuls
Hit kids not Juuls
Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
Run around the motha fucka, blacked out tints so you cant see us
Onamona-fuckin-pia, posted in the black wife beater
He done bled a fucking liter
Bang in this bitch yeah the shots gonna rang out
You annoying fuckin dick
We not gonna hang out
Hung by yo neck get dropped for a check
You a big-bodied bitch so you don't got a neck
Concrete fuckas blow your brains out
Runa round wit the mob when it fuckin rain out
R-r-r-r-r-rip a rib cage right out of your abdomen
I don't got a gun, bitch, I got 10 of em
All my damn ops, 6 feet deep
7 damn bodies, in the dark, is where I creep
Dark boy, with what
With the messy hair
Wander in the dark, bitch
You go missing there
Run around the motha fucka, really boutta pop a fucka
We don't hang with you, cause you with the cops fucka
I'm a milf magnet, so I'm the real motha fucka
I'm a milf magnet, so hide your fuckin moms fuckas

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