$ir Abe - scenario

Poppin' X til my mind rot
Poppin' X til my mind rot
Couple bullets coming fast, told em watch out
Looking at his cup, sipping green, straight cop out
Bitch I feel like Blink-182, straight rock out
Perc punch, money Mayweather you get knocked down
And my niggas came from hell, they some blood hounds
Niggas do it for me, yeah, they fell in love with gun sounds
Margiela, Margiela on jeans
Niggas finna buy whatever, whatever I see
Shorty lick me up, lick me like a cone, ice cream
Choppa fuck him up, he gon' get him up, high knees
Bitch I'm bullet club ,yeah I gotta blow my heat
She be showing up and she got a man I see
I be sippin' mud, I'ma put the pills in my lean
Don't fuck with nobody, all these niggas way too green
Whole world put it on my back
I don't feel alone, cuddle with my racks
She be scratching from the neck, like that bitch on crack
If that pussy really wet, I'm fasho gon' crack
Bullets 3D, you gon' see me, IMAX
Shot yo nigga damn, you should really come get back
In the 804, smoking too strong
Baby, you can't stay, you gon' have to find a new home
Try me, no you can't try me
Make him run like a fuckin' track meet
Couple bullets coming fast, told em watch out
Looking at his cup, sipping green, straight cop out
Bitch I feel like Blink-182, straight rock out
Perc punch, money Mayweather you get knocked down
And my niggas came from hell, they some blood hounds
Niggas do it for me, yeah, they fell in love with gun sounds

Written by:
abe elbalola

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