​textkill - ​hd

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Stacking up my bread, fuck boy, making paper
And they hate on the kid, yeah, you a hater
Bitch ass boy, yeah, you can't even replace me
And I think that's why, yeah, now they hate me
And I think they mad, yeah, 'cause they ain't me
Life's like a movie, yeah, bitch, I live in HD
Run up on that fuck boy, hit him with that boom boom
Yeah, I'm behind you, hit him with that hoo hoo
Bitch, I'ma win, yeah, bitch, you gon' lose
I can't even pick, yeah, I can't even choose
Lost in my head, yeah, I don't know what to do
Posted with my shooter in the back, lеt it shoot
Walked in the store, coppеd it all, I can't drop shit
Talking on my name, yeah, that's why you gon' flop quick
Fucking on your bitch, yeah, fuck boy, and you walked in
Shoot, bitch, yeah and I shoot like I'm Stockton
Yeah, I'm with my brother, like bitch, yeah, we locked in
Yeah, you up tool, yeah, but you can't even cock it
Yeah, I got a pocket rocket sitting in my jeans
Backdoor open, bitch, I'm serving all the fiends
Batshit bitch, yeah, boy, I'm kind of crazy
Bitch, I'm skied up, yeah, east side baby
High as shit, fuck boy, vision hazy, high as Hell, fuck boy, no, I ain't lazy
Yeah, my pockets fat, bitch, just like Lacy
Fucking on a white bitch and her name Stacy
Lil Text going up, think that's why they hate me
Yeah, I wack him, bitch, while his shit on safety
Yeah, I hit him with a fucking ahh, ahh, ahh
Run up on that block, hit him with that bleh bleh
 
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