GRATAH
Goddatti
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Look at my wrist ice The way that its frozen you might think its still in December She tried to convince me huh Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember That lil nigga got killed graw Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer We runnin it up it up Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie pow I dont f*ck with no random bitches I be choosy But I still might f*ck on your bitch she a groupy I might just gon hit on your step sister Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us We done pull out the glata Blow up his mata Tell his sister bitch come take pictures lil bih Xeroxity on the map lil nigga still runnin these bitches got asthma attacks He tryna be me but he whack I'll put ice on my wrist and my neck in the future thats facts Lil nigga told me that he rap, he been runnin the streets We pulled up now Goddatti is the main shit 24 It's all on my name see the label Lil bitch gone know Dynasty runnin like royalty Shoutout to all of them niggas be putting some work Busting ass for that bag aint no playin bitch Magic like rockets take off to the sky bitch Money in love with that shit thats my main bitch Movin too false ama pull up right where you sleep F*ck with the gang make you wish that you never did Niggas like demons gon eat you no tripple 6 When i call her baby you know that she hella thick Steady watchin couple niggas they on to me Fake ass lil bitches got two faces no loyalty Put my family all in check you cant bother me Deep in this shit you know Xerox a prodegy Changin my flows bitch you might not remember But Dead opps sending shivers to enemies Shoutout to Grey he my brodie the blood in me Fuckin touch him you get cut like some cabbage No recipe bitch ama savage dont play with me I stay focused to my bag my niggas is broke But we gonna get rich newer prophesy Look at my wrist The way that its frozen you might think its still in December She tried to convince me Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember That lil nigga got killed graw Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer We runnin it up it up Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie I dont f*ck with no random bitches I be choosy But I still might f*ck on your bitch she a groupy I might just gon hit on your step sister Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us We done pull out the glata Blow up his mata Tell his sister bitch come take pictures Hola como estas shawty Do you know that I smoked your mans Sorry bitch I dont say sorry Aint no Justin bieber in this jam Since I was a youngin everybody hated me So I aint surprised if a bitch nigga change on me I do this for the family and for the Dynasty Steady in the stu I be cooking the recipe That means on a daily Im steady on rap shit And I aint gone cap aint no day Ima stop this I graduated with this flow aint no campus I feel like im Ellis when he was in Campton Bitch aint no reason for hating just step on the scene And lets see how the f*ck you gone handle it Cause most of these niggas criticing on shit When you tell them to do the same shit they cant manage it So ima do me if a nigga got a problem with that Better show up and then we gone battle it My bars is on top of your head gotta read through the scriptures To understand all of my parables Competition is a mismatch niggas Cant get that call me a killer the way I body instrumentals If a nigga try to get back choppa goes click clack dispatch Send a pussy nigga to the devil Lil shawty say im freaky the way That I hit destroy and kill cat she call me curiosity no rover Overflown with these flows so I spit like im sick in the head Thats why your little bitch to give me mental These niggas be killing each other with guns on a daily Like theyre staging a fucking movie Its funny how niggas be yapping about mental health When its time to act they cannot do it The people want money and they will do anything for it Regardless of whatever happens If you think im wrong better check out the internet reassess And reattest my information i aint capping Afraid that if I say too much its gonna be the end of me Cause I know its many niggas aint happy with my heresy Dc the don with this shit aint no melody Get out my way if you aint been a friend of me yeah Im living so good I can never complain Its the bag that im chasing I dont need the fame And ive been with my fam through the sun and the rain So be careful when u try to speak on their names Ayy latetely been thinkin bout money am chasing These niggas keep talkin but f*ck what they saying Keep watchin the game from the windows just cappin When put in the game they gone fumble from rappin F*ck the industry you know how we comming Got plenty shit on me lil boy we be poppin My music fire shawty think am a dragon We get to the throne like some demons in action Look at my wrist The way that its frozen you might think its still in December She tried to convince me Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember That lil nigga got killed graw Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer We runnin it up it up Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie I dont f*ck with no random bitches I be choosy But I still might f*ck on your bitch she a groupy I might just gon hit on your step sister Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us We done pull out the glata Blow up his mata Tell his sister bitch come take pictures
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