MpB St0 - DND

Back door closed but it open
It's time to put shit up in motion
Creep wit da steel Iainn hopin
Pop me a perc not Motrin
start chatting you gone regret it
Play wit yo life then forget it
Send 17 shots like reddick
I'm geeking I'm turnt up for extra
Where da play need a pick come set it
I'm fucking dat bitch and her bestie
Ain't got time for no thot being messy
Say I'm lacking tell me who said it
Matter fact tell dat bihh come show me
Stand em up like a preacher he holy
Ain't never been a hoe can't hoe me
On my bs I'm like Joakim
Said we fucked I really don't Noah
I stay droppin a duece in my soda
I be pulling dem straps out da sofa
Tryn make a fuck nigga lean over
Bro told me stop rapping bout killing
So I'm focused on making a million
But if you try me bitch you silly
Ima send him to god is you with me
Make sure dat my hittas get busy
I can't slow down St0 too active
He got a name cause he died off a caption
When I move I'm on T like a Raptor
Perc make me fuck a lil faster
it make dat ass look fatter
Ain't worried bout who done had her
When I'm done any nigga can have her
If I say it I seen it or done it
Glock with a switch issa button
I'm blowing ain't going for nun
Ain't moving nun less den an onion
Free big slime that's thugga
All dis drip got me feeling like Wunna
Know dis opp did track he a runner
Ima blow his ass down like we hunting
Deep in dat water we fishing
Wit sharks and pirahanas I'm swimming
Can't a let a bihh blemish My image
Like sports I'm in it to win it
Try to run when my dick in her kidney
In dese streets gotta move wit a semi
Out da park leave him dead like Kenny
Got my squad Iainn fw many
Mpb be them niggas admit it
He caught 4 he ain't getting admitted
We gone Send his ass straight to da ditches
Cause he pillowing talking for bitches
I was 10 making jugs off da Samsung
Got dreads on my head like I'm Sampson
Hold a fuck nigga head for ransom
Give him back when we find out da answers
We make his body collaspe
When I fuck know I'm breaking her back
Too much motion ain't getting attached
Can't talk if it ain't about racks
Don't hit me up on no fu shit
Sit em down like he out in da pulpit
Ima grip and whip out da Wesson
DND Iainn getting no message

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St0 Mpb

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