rans0m - spark

I got six for you and your bro
Took a perc then smoke on some dro
It is what it is I swear I'm too cold
Got too many kids man yall gotta go
My bro never miss he clutching a pole
I'm taking a pic then I'm going ghost
I'm taking a red I'm taking a blue I swear I'm too geeked geeked geeked
Aim for the head get a critical hit
Fucked up sip tris I feel too sick
I can't love no thot I can't fuck with a trick
All bark no bite get off my tip
Bro gon spark shit like its bic
Yeah we stunt we do it big
I got shooters they don't miss
Crop you out just like a pic
Heard that you wanted smoke come and get some
You could die by the fists or die by the pistol
We on the top floor sippin Cristal
They be actin too federal
I'm on hush mode
Gotta watch out for them snakes
Sent shots go right at your noggin
See who really got motion who poppin
Catch em out and my brodie gone off em
Said she gon let me hit
Awesome
Know I walk with a grip caution
BB belt on my hip walkin
You ain't really gone slide stop it
I'm not really one for all the talkin
Slide the addy let's do sum bout it
Always got them hands out I don't owe you nun
Bro go berserk with that gun shoot for fun
Put in that work I'm on go I'm not done
I get in the mix yeah I'm taking a dub
Know I'm in first place
Fuck a top three
Fuck a top two
Bitch I'm one
I got six for you and your bro
Took a perc then smoke on some dro
It is what it is I swear I'm too cold
Got too many kids man yall gotta go
My bro never miss he clutching a pole
I'm taking a pic then I'm going ghost
I'm taking a red I'm taking a blue I swear I'm too geeked geeked geeked
Aim for the head get a critical hit
Fucked up sip tris I feel too sick
I can't love no thot I can't fuck with a trick
All bark no bite get off my tip
Bro gon spark shit like its bic
Yeah we stunt we do it big
I got shooters they don't miss
Crop you out just like a pic

Written by:
owen ransom

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