B16

Hollow tip dis bitch gone hit like a yeat beel Wakin' up to a new day but I'm geeked still In the trap while them boys tryin' to get Sales Send some shit over, they quick like a Gmail Tryin' to get through it fast, nigga, be still Got me a Glock with a beam, nigga, be real Sippin' on a drink, tryna ask how the ho feel Get Popped like a perc, what the fuck is a B-12 Hit em up he'll be goin' by tomorrow I keep makin' these hits like my first name Was Yahto And makin' these hits like my last name was Chapo If it ain't about my game, what the fuck I'ma die fo' Tryin' to pop this lil' shit like a taco Fuck ya' family too, and yo ass can die slow Pour me up a deuce , be free til' tomorrow Got plenty Glocks to choose to end yo li Sorrow That Glock in the back, that bitch came with a switch If he play', and he lack then his ass gon' be Missed Kushyiondo came back and he droppin' them Hits Spent the blocc one more time, tryna get some bent This Cuban link cold its like water and mint When it hit, then you die, this shit really like fint Yeah, we gon' walk it out, so don't think bout a fence He say it's all dirty, well, keep it a rinse Ain't droppin' a lil' minute, I'm back in this hoe and I'm back in fo' business, go get the line niggas' fishy Gotta run up some M's, nigga, fuck all that wish I'ma make it, bitch, that's my ambition I keep makin' this right, nigga, that's my addiction Fuck all that shit, I'm with it Hit up Taliban, he gon' get the hittin Goin' back in with another flow, you know it's K-U-S-H-I-O-O I'm tryna find me another ho, got too much options and go ahead, put em on the floor This shit kinda messy, you silly ho Pull up with a HD but no video And that bitch, it got a beam, what I'm missing for Put a nigga on the screen, what I'm inching for For a nigga to bleed whar he wishin' for And budy want smoke on the screen, who the fuck is bro Put a hole up in his hand, he a cheerio And my twin a real killer, just don't add the cereal Me and Ben swipin' no swipin, we runnin' it up almost faster than light They keepin' , but ain't nobody stripin Nigga, fuck a party, tell him don't invite I'm tryna go hit her friends Kushyiondohe back poppin' again Tell them niggas start droppin' again Cause I walked in this bitch and I came for the win 301 winning', we toppin' the trend Fuck all they business and fuck all they friends Been smokin' for minutes, I'm rollin' again Poppin' back up, now I'm trollin' again Nigga, fuck you and whoever be with you They wipin his nose so go, give him some tissue I ain't findin' shit funny, like, bitch, what's the issue And this chopper, hit loud and it blow like a wistle Fuck around, lose your mouth cause you speak too much If you run up a P, you better get a Dutch Put him on a T is we huntin' or what It's like trick or treat, candy hit his gut I ain't droppin' a lil' minute, I'm back in this hoe And I'm back in for business, go get the line niggas fishy Gotta run up some M's, nigga, fuck all that wishin I'ma make it, bitch, that's my ambition I keep makin' this fire, nigga, that's my addiction Fuck all that shit, yea I'm with it Hit up taliban, he gon' get to hittin