Motherfuckers they wanna test me Pull out the blunt
nigga I'll wreck your shit I'm out that window with my 44 another fucking
hit Don't know who to trust with my shit I'm in this click you in my hood
you better know who you fucking with Who you stepping with Skandalous fucking
dangerous Bitches brains I bust feel the lust in God we trust Nigga I'm at
your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace Been in this game
for too long you bout to lose your face I got the mind of a psycho ass
?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask
forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some shit front your
boys and as result you lost your face Blood all over the place I'm counting
the fucking bodies dropping I know my destiny cause I can hear the devil
knocking I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best
believe I numb them bodies and play my fucking game I sold my soul at an
early age And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage My eyes in a
daze Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming Is
juices running when ya done in Fear only make me curious, I'll never be
afraid But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga
they dead Crack scarfs for my fucking glory Talking shit up in my
territory Another day another world's sad story
Verse 2
(Steph)
Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block Pop
pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock Get ?? when them
bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard Its your final call bitch I'll smoke
you like menthol Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in them
bodybags Tagging toes, nigga drive slow Creeping up out they indo
scheming for they cheese Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in
army fatigues Freeze your whole coalition Strapped with
ammunition Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads This figure from
head to toe Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door But
fuck it I'm through with the fairytales Cause when some shit jump off, all
you murder on tape bitches gone bail Who gone prevail when I exhale on you
small scale Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers Spit the facts I'm
bout the Lex and the Ac My verbal combat will eliminate your whole
habitat You hoes ain't fucking with that Or this, cause I piss on
competition And have all you hoes in submission Trying to recondition
your stilo Lyrical nino I sling rhymes like kilos >From here to Puerto
Rico One other sequel from the infamous unseen Scheming for the green
smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine
Verse 3 (Mia X)
Cause
she up to schemes Tired of chasing apple pie dreams Mint greens is all I
fien for straight shit is all this bitch know 50's this nine millimeter
berreta leaving you wetter than April showers Followe by your second line of
flowers I devour competition, causing complete submissions Cooks more dope
in my kitchen Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls Ya'll
wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed Boss chick you don't want
to see her Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe
beaters Mia's right and left well known with the clout To wire your
mouth, knock your grill out That's what this here be bout So you can
doubt what I'm saying and run that lip Or get your whole click engulfed in
gangsta shit Too much to deal with I'm still a bitch that' be's designer
down stay scheming on the man And taking flights, torsoe taped full of
contrabands My flow so grand it make the beats say damn Shit jumps back
makes you wanna holler But I sees nothing but dollars Feminist
power My lyrics knocking like a KL beat It be that she-devil that below
sea level bitch you can't see her Niggas and broads be trying to figure at
5'4 How they still need a ladder to face this hoe For sure, cause I be
living for the drama The biggest mama flexing shutting down this
motherfucking basement sesion Shop closed
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