D$M Cypher 2
BabyTron, $camaurion, Donnie Bands, Fordio, JuSleaze, MJPAID, ScrumbleMan, StanWill, Trdee, J3
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(Damjonboi) Plug said it's footballs around, I told him, "Throw a spiral" Scratched off on twelve, they thought that I was finna show the title Stump him out and post the vid, he sick he goin' viral We gon' slide OT, they meet us on arrival All my opps broke as f*ck, I don't got no rivals Boy, yo' sauce runnin' out, you need a scam revival Marcelo Burlon tee on, bitch, I'm feelin' tribal Hit the road every day, ain't even have no license Ain't no callin' my jugg phone, bitch, you gotta Skype me Got a site and he so fast, that bitch hit like lightnin' (Boy, the way that I punch shit, you would think I'm fightin') '018, no ATT, I go and hit Verizon 'Bows comin' straight through FedEx, we finna overnight 'em Don't talk about my ex, that bitch dead, man, these hoes is triflin' In the cockpit takin' different drugs like I know the pilot (If I catch a opp walkin' out the crib, I'ma have to snipe him) Put a opp nigga on a T-shirt, we finna advertise him 7.62s comin' out the Drac' look like Oscar Mayer's Doin' donuts in the Redeye, I done popped the tires (Thirty dot on me goin' through at Walmart, I don't shop at Meijer's) It ain't startin' with no five, I won't even try it And my sick so exotic, niggas couldn't find it Stacked as hell, was bunrt up in my benny's, damn near couldn't bite it Mom's mad, f*ck around and gave her phone a virus And how yo' bitch give me head? Guess she open-minded Got a chop, not a Drac', guess this bitch Osiris Shit be goin' through yo' ears so its never mind it Say you ballin'? Check his stats, what's his plus-minus? Punch licks before the whip, you was bus ridin' (bitch) Virgil did the shirt but it's Purple on my pants Got a glizzy with a switch, extra clip for his mans You ain't SBDSM if you ain't hit the store and jam Brodie missed, finna pop him on a cam Don't be hoppin' in this ride if you ain't really down to blam Choppa got a grip with a hunnid round under it I can't even give yo' ass no bag 'cause you gon' fumble it (lame) You was playin' with that WAP, now what's up with it? Please don't think that we don't got no guns 'cause we don't post that shit Try me if you want and that's the day you meet the Lord Got that metal on me like a knife but not a sword I would hate me too, I'm wearin' shit you can't afford We been fuckin' for some hours, damn, I'm gettin' bored You can't tax me, bitch, I'm plugged in like a cord We gon' flip that bitch, you better not slide in that Ford Weed sticky, bitch, I'm off a three-five of S'mores Campin' in the bushes, finna put him in a morgue This is not tomato juice, Acty what I pour Shit, I was searchin' for the red, think I need a deuce It's a light-ass day, only hit for two Better get your boo Say she likin' how I smell, Za and Jimmy Choo Conversatin' with the Wock' like, "I'm feelin' you" We just need your SSN, we can push it through I'm movin' different off the whippits and the gummy shrooms Like how you pull five racks and they ain't even new? Face a eighth, say why not she think '42 Ron shootin' basketballs, he don't even hoop Fat nigga but the jeans skinny Helmut Langs on my body, I done paid like three-fifty Big B's top runners but these not no 350s How you got no cheese but out here tryna beef with me? How you got no cheese but out here tryna eat with me? I done poured a whole heart now I got a three with me Left the ShittyBoyz show, now I got a freak with me And got her off the onion pack, lil' bitch in here geeked with me Choppa gay as hell, it got some nuts but it twerk so crazy Runnin' off? This bitch'll pat yo' back, B done burped yo' baby Purple jeans on my ass, I don't perp' though, baby Fire blew him like the wind, put him in the Earth so crazy Buffs hangin' off my shirt, collar got my tee drenched Every time I open up my closet I get seasick For my dough, B done baked his ass like a deep dish We'll pull up wavin' sticks around, on some Wii shit Za smoke, mirror tints, I can't see shit LA, Miami, New York, I took three trips .223s hittin' everybody like a freak bitch On a steak diet, you would probably think I lean sip Ridin' 'round with a mini Drac' and a mean bitch Fifty on me, pull up on her in a Hellcat She put that kitty on me Why you go and grab a thirty-six? You got a mini Rollie That's a bitch watch Lookin' like a bitch with yo' bitch doin' TikToks (ShittyBoiz) Pints, 'bows, and pills, bitch, I'm jugglin' Cuddy in that Scat with the bee, hear it bumblin' VIP booth, throwin' pape', you hear it thunderin' Off filet mignon, I'm sick I hear yo' stomach grumblin' Sippin' Quagmire, I might get fat like Peter Griffin Talkin' 'bout he got the hoes but got a eater with him Me and you got the same shoes but I look cleaner in 'em (Like th exact same shoes) Celine off the Chanel, I'm in this bitch triple C-in' Me, Ju, and Scrumble caught a opp, we finna triple team him (Oh my God) pause New condo, I just spent a twenty on a Kaws Catch him in that deep, do him like I'm Jaws ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia You know what the f*ck goin' on
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