2tuff - LET EM (F!CK GAYKENZO)

Gotta make the hoes mad, I know that these bitches love me
Gotta kick the bros back, tell em ain't no ratting on me
Gotta get the code back, tell em I be knowing on we
Gotta get them boys smacked, tell em ain't no hating on me

Whole lot of money in my pocket, rocket socket
Got the pistol, I don't lock it, ain't no safety in this bitch
Got it clickin, I'm a pop it, ain't no rapping in this bitch
Come and diss bro make me drop it

Feeling like Henny and Rage, she want know my age
I'm scribbling all on the page, im changing the flow, again
Think that I'm playing, you a little boy with a crayon
Best get to praying , I'm taking your wage
Find you and hit you and put you in cage

Put you in cage, best get to prayin
Hoping I hit you and punch you in brain
Hoping I hit you and put you in pain
Hoping I hit you and rupture your vein
Hoping I hit you and put you on grain
Money on head making you go insane
Hoping I hit you and put you in hospital
Let my dog bit mixing you with the choppy flow

Money , money , money , money

Let him talk, money just come through
Bro don't let him walk, never talk, money just come through
I'ma let him talk, hit him shot, money just come through

Haha, this time I ain't gonna let him talk
Let me talk my shit
Fuck K-Kenzo

This ain't no sneak diss, stop dropin that weak shit
You saying my shit's fake, man what a disgrace
Man look at this bitch face, you buying a ghost writer
I'll hop on your track, shit fire, oh fuck shit, I'ma liar

Look at your haircut, shit looks like a bowl cut
Sent guns from Google, man what a lil noodle
You saying you killed Shire when you couldn't kill a fly
Glazed notti till you die, bet you won't send replies

Bet you won't send replies

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2 T

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