No Pt - Sending threats

Switch on the glocks but I could never switch
I gotta bitch don't be posting no pics
Niggas be gossiping some like a bitch
I swear you might as well cut off ya dick
Don't reach for the diamonds I'll cut off ya wrist
All this shit came from rhyming now Gbaby rich
And this shit perfect timing brodie told me to keep popping my shit you already lit
Throw up a four way from south nigga I'm doing shit that ain't nobody did
Boy you a hoe why you want beef because I'm in her phone be mad at the bitch
I had her sucking dick now you kissing the bitch
That's the reason he mad why he throwing a fit
I'm far from a trick still might just pull up and pay off her rent cause my pockets big
Big diamond grills dancing and punching inside of my mouth so I talk with a lisp
Get popped like a pill we having gen five and three eighty I'll never ball up a fist
We having motion I been in her mouth like a tic tac baby I'm fresh off a lick
Pour up a potion stopping percs but I swear I could never get rid of the itch
In a three ninety two going over two hundred
Boy I gotta get it from Monday Sunday
Them niggas ain't trapping for real they having no money really they ain't even on nothing
No ion play next nigga try gone get smoked like a vape
Bitch I'm with ET higher than et we smoking opp niggas straight to the face
Got a lil freak bitch she tryna eat me hit her in the car she don't know where I stay
Bought my momma a house with lake you can't even get in need a code to the gate
Only TJ I fuck with is trey to be real he keep dissing put fire to his face
Tryna be sponsored by drac banana clips baby I'm running with apes
I had hits before two hundred k just me and lil Avery putting dick in ya bae
And Donny told me to keep pushing I'm going to space I'm higher than Blake
I promise ain't nobody safe not a regular race I'm getting away
I smoke by the pound I'm pouring codiene
Surrounded by hounds and you the police
It ain't nun now to make the door swing
This blunt too loud I make the dope scream
Talking down on the gang got his bitch hit
Five seven caught him fore the switch did
Had to split his brother cause the bitch hid
I ain't make her crazy know the dick did
Switch on the glocks but I could never switch
I gotta bitch don't be posting no pics
Niggas be gossiping some like a bitch
I swear you might as well cut off ya dick
Don't reach for the diamonds I'll cut off ya wrist
All this shit came from rhyming now Gbaby rich
And this shit perfect timing brodie told me to keep popping my shit you already lit
Throw up a four way from south nigga I'm doing shit that ain't nobody did
Boy you a hoe why you want beef because I'm in her phone be mad at the bitch
I had her sucking dick now you kissing the bitch
That's the reason he mad why he throwing a fit
I'm far from a trick still might just pull up and pay off her rent cause my pockets big

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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