Raq Youngin - 1st Degree

Macmillanus
Bitch, you could try to murder me, but you can't murder me
Shots hit your fuckin' car, Rrrr, first degree
Bitch, you could try to murder me, but you can't murder me

Shots hit your fuckin' car, Rrrr, now that's first degree
Dropped the bitch right off the dock, we left his head right by his feet
Pussy bitch ain't tried to run, but he ain't caught a 223
We lurkin' early in the morning, catch the bitch jackin' his G

I put this shh right there on his ass, left that bitch to see
My devil made me proud, he ain't took one, made my son took three
My youngin' on his top, he like fuckin' gloves and fuckin' skis on the drip
He dissin', but he better know this shit get real, I'm so for real

I bit that Ronda nigga, oh, you know I'm dumb up in the field
I said I wasn't gon' sin again, but I did and you don't know how it feel
I'm stressin' bout' lit beat, now I gotta pill a nigga and get the kill
I put my gloves and my mask and think bout' tea before I do a drip

I know you see your partner there, say, lil' bitch, you better keep your still
Yo, let me catch your ass in traffic, I'ma up and shoot at all you will
Runnin' bout' them L's, but I swear to God, them cases
I'll be fuckin' on these hoes and they're not leavin', yeah, they heart be broken

I used to sit back and just chill, but now I'm up and not a youngin
Word, I pulled up in the deuce, up in the Sprite, and that shit had me focused
You know I ain't fuckin' with that party if I can't get in with what I'm talkin
We dump that nigga in the river, check out how his body flow

Ain't tryna stop the violence, I'm like, hold on, H&B, and more
Haters that come at me direct approach me like a real man
If I die and see a opp in heaven, I'ma kill his ass again
Bitch, you could try to murder me, but you can't murder me

Shots hit your fuckin' car, roo-roo-roo-roo, now that's first degree
Dropped the bitch right off the dock, we left his head right by his feet
Pussy bitch ain't tried to run, but he had caught a 223
We lurkin' early in the morning, catch the bitch jackin' his V

I pull his shh right there on his ass, left that bitch diseased
My devil made me proud, he ain't took one, made my son took three
My youngin' out his top, he like fuckin' gloves and fuckin' ski, on the drip
He dissin', but he better know this shit get real, I'm so for real

I bet that Rod the nigga, oh, you know I'm dumb up in the field
Said I wasn't gon' sin again, but I did and you don't know how it feel
I'm stressin' but only beat, now I gotta pill a nigga and get him killed

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Raq Youngin Raq Youngin

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