Take him in the backyard and i show him who is really hard
Smokin weed so much in my bedroom that that shit smell like a fart
Runnin and gunnin thru your block with .45 up on my lap
Strap on my lap and i got the cackalack ratatatat
Yung trashjit is just a mothaf*ckin loser
He won't bruise ya
Then come up to me lil bitch let's get into it
Boy then go do it, bullets gonna be bouncing from the gun just like a bunny
There is enough hollow tips to go around and hit ya tummy
Pussy boy shot himself in the head and now his nose is runny
Boy you are a dummy you can't run from me
Shut the f*ck up... where's the money? give it straight to me
Mac-11 on my lap and i'm not scared to press delete
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Take him in the backyard and i show him who is really hard
Smokin weed so much in my bedroom that that shit smell like a fart
Runnin and gunnin thru your block with .45 up on my lap
Strap on my lap and i got the cackalack ratatatat
Yung trashjit is just a mothaf*ckin loser
He won't bruise ya
Then come up to me lil bitch let's get into it
Boy then go do it, bullets gonna be bouncing from the gun just like a bunny
There is enough hollow tips to go around and hit ya tummy
Pussy boy shot himself in the head and now his nose is runny
Boy you are a dummy you can't run from me
Shut the f*ck up... where's the money? give it straight to me
Mac-11 on my lap and i'm not scared to press delete
Smokin weed so much in my bedroom that that shit smell like a fart
Runnin and gunnin thru your block with .45 up on my lap
Strap on my lap and i got the cackalack ratatatat
Yung trashjit is just a mothaf*ckin loser
He won't bruise ya
Then come up to me lil bitch let's get into it
Boy then go do it, bullets gonna be bouncing from the gun just like a bunny
There is enough hollow tips to go around and hit ya tummy
Pussy boy shot himself in the head and now his nose is runny
Boy you are a dummy you can't run from me
Shut the f*ck up... where's the money? give it straight to me
Mac-11 on my lap and i'm not scared to press delete
Writer: Landen Gremlin
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