I'm totally back in that mode I had to come back and get in it
This ain't no Mortal Kombat baby, I come back these niggas finished
Stomping on these niggas necks, they think I'm doing it for attention
I'm back up in that one bag, popping these tags, doing it for a living
You like the diss but you don't mention
Silver and gold pots in the kitchen
Taking the long drive just to go to the water, take lil bro fishing
Lil shorty want a chance right now, but I can't do it my heart is healing
You must already got hella bands put up just for your children
I'm still on this mission tryna get it
I come around I rock a fitted
The number one rule don't break the bro code, I see your lil ass did it
I can't get in if it ain't tinted
Bad bitches come around they shaking ass because they know we winning
They want me to sign so bad but I can't right now I'm too locked in
Foenem keep on getting up in that mode because he got different gens
Ion even want your pairs of shoes if the bitches ain't even tens
We be stepping large as a bitch over here we stand on biz
I'm totally back in that mode I had to come back and get in it
This ain't no Mortal Kombat baby, I come back these niggas finish
Stomping on these niggas necks, they think I'm doing it for attention
I'm back up in that one bag, popping these tags, doing it for a living
Yeah we pull up to your Do' then we kick it
Balling so damn hard they tryna knock me off my pivot
If it's one thing ion play about, it's my digits
What goes around comes around have them spinning like a fidget
Aye, yo money midget
All that bullshit for the birds heard he hang out with them pigeons
Little 22 up on me bitch I feel like Andrew Wiggins
Have em calling out for God I get em crossed like a christian
When I hop up in the stu, I hit my dance, bitch I start jigging
Uh, we throw them fours up
Yeah bitch we poled up
I got bitches they gon' come and f*ck the stove up
Medusa stones up on my neck have you froze up
Like please don't reach around my neck for you get poked up
I just rolled a 3.5 I'm bout to smoke up
Then yo bitch pull up suck my dick she choke up
I get the pack and dish it, call me Beezo Joker
I never lack keep that burner in my holster
Got that heat, bitch, I feel like Erik Spoelstra
I let it spit now your goof ass on a poster
Beezo - Fatality (feat. TrapSMG) Lyrics
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I'm totally back in that mode I had to come back and get in it
This ain't no Mortal Kombat baby, I come back these niggas finished
Stomping on these niggas necks, they think I'm doing it for attention
I'm back up in that one bag, popping these tags, doing it for a living
You like the diss but you don't mention
Silver and gold pots in the kitchen
Taking the long drive just to go to the water, take lil bro fishing
Lil shorty want a chance right now, but I can't do it my heart is healing
You must already got hella bands put up just for your children
I'm still on this mission tryna get it
I come around I rock a fitted
The number one rule don't break the bro code, I see your lil ass did it
I can't get in if it ain't tinted
Bad bitches come around they shaking ass because they know we winning
They want me to sign so bad but I can't right now I'm too locked in
Foenem keep on getting up in that mode because he got different gens
Ion even want your pairs of shoes if the bitches ain't even tens
We be stepping large as a bitch over here we stand on biz
I'm totally back in that mode I had to come back and get in it
This ain't no Mortal Kombat baby, I come back these niggas finish
Stomping on these niggas necks, they think I'm doing it for attention
I'm back up in that one bag, popping these tags, doing it for a living
Yeah we pull up to your Do' then we kick it
Balling so damn hard they tryna knock me off my pivot
If it's one thing ion play about, it's my digits
What goes around comes around have them spinning like a fidget
Aye, yo money midget
All that bullshit for the birds heard he hang out with them pigeons
Little 22 up on me bitch I feel like Andrew Wiggins
Have em calling out for God I get em crossed like a christian
When I hop up in the stu, I hit my dance, bitch I start jigging
Uh, we throw them fours up
Yeah bitch we poled up
I got bitches they gon' come and f*ck the stove up
Medusa stones up on my neck have you froze up
Like please don't reach around my neck for you get poked up
I just rolled a 3.5 I'm bout to smoke up
Then yo bitch pull up suck my dick she choke up
I get the pack and dish it, call me Beezo Joker
I never lack keep that burner in my holster
Got that heat, bitch, I feel like Erik Spoelstra
I let it spit now your goof ass on a poster
This ain't no Mortal Kombat baby, I come back these niggas finished
Stomping on these niggas necks, they think I'm doing it for attention
I'm back up in that one bag, popping these tags, doing it for a living
You like the diss but you don't mention
Silver and gold pots in the kitchen
Taking the long drive just to go to the water, take lil bro fishing
Lil shorty want a chance right now, but I can't do it my heart is healing
You must already got hella bands put up just for your children
I'm still on this mission tryna get it
I come around I rock a fitted
The number one rule don't break the bro code, I see your lil ass did it
I can't get in if it ain't tinted
Bad bitches come around they shaking ass because they know we winning
They want me to sign so bad but I can't right now I'm too locked in
Foenem keep on getting up in that mode because he got different gens
Ion even want your pairs of shoes if the bitches ain't even tens
We be stepping large as a bitch over here we stand on biz
I'm totally back in that mode I had to come back and get in it
This ain't no Mortal Kombat baby, I come back these niggas finish
Stomping on these niggas necks, they think I'm doing it for attention
I'm back up in that one bag, popping these tags, doing it for a living
Yeah we pull up to your Do' then we kick it
Balling so damn hard they tryna knock me off my pivot
If it's one thing ion play about, it's my digits
What goes around comes around have them spinning like a fidget
Aye, yo money midget
All that bullshit for the birds heard he hang out with them pigeons
Little 22 up on me bitch I feel like Andrew Wiggins
Have em calling out for God I get em crossed like a christian
When I hop up in the stu, I hit my dance, bitch I start jigging
Uh, we throw them fours up
Yeah bitch we poled up
I got bitches they gon' come and f*ck the stove up
Medusa stones up on my neck have you froze up
Like please don't reach around my neck for you get poked up
I just rolled a 3.5 I'm bout to smoke up
Then yo bitch pull up suck my dick she choke up
I get the pack and dish it, call me Beezo Joker
I never lack keep that burner in my holster
Got that heat, bitch, I feel like Erik Spoelstra
I let it spit now your goof ass on a poster
Writer: Bishop Todd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid