SKBilly & Lil Cree Cree - BROCK LESNER

I saw that boy and he froze
Cock back and let the hammer go
Bitch my grass is greener put a fence up for the dogs
We got the hose
I get my diamonds straight from Jupiter
I might go and devil that bitch egg I feel like lucifer
She blow my horn like Gillespie
Came in with the 223s C.O.P.'s can't arrest me
You know better than to test me
Hollowed out my tips and I'm splitting em' like the red sea
Double down, blick up, stiff when yo bitch suck
Armored the sprinter van if you shooting I ain't waking up
I'm steady sleeping on you pussies
Cause they acting like the knew me
At the most I might go pipe a couple groupies
Push up in a tank, bitch we taking charge
Push up in a tank, bitch we took the charge
Push up in a tank, bitch we taking charges
All my watch bezels (yeah)
Go-
Audemars my vision 2023 in some chargers
Yeah I hit the spot unlike a bad bitch parking
Run 100 miles around you like David Goggins
I'm the captain of this shit move like Bri Larson
Knew you got around mask slippin
Straps they thin enough I see that hoe it can't be hidden
Chest got me thinkin if I'm hittin
I may or not I cut the ribbon
I was put on this earth, to seek and destroy and to hurt people
Ridin with the chicken ima jockey with the bows
Brock Lesner I'm a champ in the post
Leave him in the past Christmas he the ghost
Gs belt buckle 'preme on the coat
If we got a problem it get settled San Piper
Green things protect I'm a striker
Green things got the bag I ain't a hiker
Push up with the fleet and I command Will Riker
Face blunts pass a lighter
Bitch don't listen, Tyson Mike em'
Fang tips fly through from the Viper
Hollows to the back I put two wings on it like Chrysler
Best I ever had but bitch you smell like shit
I dun copped a bag and dropped my hoe
I went from singles counting seven digits (seven digits)
I count a Millie like the Richard on my wrist
He was talking goofy sent my dogs to run a blitz
Money smelling horrible spraying these pussies down
I been rolling with some Steelers like Antonio Brown
Yeah my homies quick to blast
You were deep into the books I was trapping and skipping class
Money spread covered up the page I'm dyslexic
I been chasing bags and yo pockets look anorexic
Say she wanted shotgun, bitch that's where the TEC sits
Im gon make it painless he won't feel it when the TEC hits

Written by:
Blake Meyer, Vaughn Smith

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