I-SKY - Bend Thru v2

(Grrah)
(What, like what like damn)
(Bitch, grrah grrah grrah)
(What? Ever opp shot)
(Smokin all deads)
(What, like what like damn)
Bend thru the the block tryna catch me a opp
Bitches on me ion want no bop (Smoochie)
She tryna fuck but I only want top
Need a bitch who a smooch so we get what we want like damn
Runnin on him and his boys
Pull the strap out we ain't talkin bout toys (No toys no toys)
Brodie got shot now he makin da noise
Got a Glock wit a switch and a spare for the boys
Slide up on him and his bestie (his bestie)
Shooting on jit and it's gonna get messy
Keep me a knock you won't catch me lackin (can't lack, can't lack, damn)
Made 100 bands only got it from trappin, damn
These rhymes are insane, run up on me and get shot in da brain
Fiendin for money and fiendin for fame
Got a grip, red dot, and some mags I ain't lame
One eye on the prize like Zoro (One piece)
I ain't playin I think bout this thorough
And I'm lookin for a rec when I'm in that boys borough
He was six feet tall now he six feet below, damn (Every opp shot)
He lackin, I up at his face (Grrah, grrah grahhh boom)
That's what he get cause he dissing on gang
You and your posse are so fuckin lame, when the hollow tips hit it ain't nothin but pain (Lame as fuck)
Bend thru the block tryna catch me a opp
Bitches on me ion want no bop (Smokin all deads)
She tryna fuck but I only want top
Need a bitch who a smooch so we get what we want like damn
Runnin on him and his boys
Pull the strap out we ain't talkin bout toys (no toys no toys)
Brodie got shot now he makin da noise
Got a Glock wit a switch and a spare for da boys (Grrah grrah boom)
When I shoot I see red like tata (41, 41)
Bad bitch Ice Spice I'm callin her Mama
Got dat bitch pregnant she go to the doctor
Baby got aborted got killed like a Flocka (Smokin the baby)
And just like Jay, I'ma let it rip (JayRipK)
Word to my deads, he in my spliff
I killed your bro, your mans, your kids
Fuck on that bitch, and then I gotta dip like
Fuck with me you get popped, no smoke
Wearing fake clothes, you ain't nothin but broke
Demon time shit, it's a pole that I tote
So much weed in my system, I'm always high offa dope like
Playboi Carti on my vamp shit (SLATT)
21, I'm a savage (21, 21)
Fuck around, get popped we don't play, and you think it's a joke, then you getting smacked bitch
And that boy got stomped, he a fatty
Stunting on live, he thinks he is flashy (Noahh)
Talk all that shit, but you cannot pass me
Fuck on that bop and that bitch was nasty (Nasty bitch)
Them rounds gon link like Bluetooth
Hollow tips rip through your spine when I shoot you (Grrah grrah boom)
Notti sama didn't make it past his youth
Fuck OY it's on sight when I see you (Fuck OY)
And we smoke OY, DOA, OGz, and 41 too
I talk all this shit fuck is you gon do like
Fuck all da opps, I see em and shoot like (Can't do shit)
YGz, don't forget the name
Dthang on top of the game
When he come home, we see the opps and spray
Noah got stomped on the court, out his brains, like damn
(Grrah, grrah grrah boom bitch)
(What)
Bitch, grrah grrah grrah
(Every opp shot, bitch)
Every opp shot
What, like what like damn
Bitch grrah grrah grrah

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