GSO Mir - No Bap Pt. 2

Ayyyeeeee
We got them straps on straps
Running this shit like a lap
Busting them traps on traps
We got them glicks got macs
Busting her down from the back
They hateing they mad for no reason
Finessing we mobbing they scheming
All black mask on ima demon
Ayyyeeeee
We get them bands I mean it
She suck it she eat it she clean
Threw a shot hit his dome he ain't breathing
Cashing out got my shit out of niemans
Bunk one hunnit you know how we bleeding
Bang my brova he shoot for no reason
Getting money you know how we feigning
She a thotty she bopping the gang
Let her go on the chew chew train
Run it up got em paying attention
Fuck it up you can tell that we winning
Fuck the bitch one time now she miss it
Beat it up Rambo gotta hit it
Home run knock that shit out the park
Don't diss me that shit gone get dark
You wasn't me from the start
Keep your distances you fuck with the narcs
Trap boom you can tell when I whip it
Whip it up got my pot when I'm mixing
Shit was easy I straight got her digits
Uzi Mac yeah that shit come extended
Smoke the pack going straight to the moon
My niggas they savage they goons
Keep bumping that shit act a fool
Them bitches go cra keep dicking
Walk in this bitch still dripping
See a good bad jawn we dipping
Back to the crib I'm hitting
That pussy for free you tripping
Glick on my hip got me lipping
Swerving down blocks I'm blending
Ayyyeeeee
I don't got time for the chit chat

Sneak dissing on the gram now he
Check

Running shit back like d jack
Hit her once not twice don't need that
Don't diss cause I peep where you be at
Give her dick slurp slop she can eat that
Give her good dick she need that
She was choosing so I fuck on her friend next
Her daughter on dick she can eat that
Once she boujie I flee that
Bands in my pocket got big racks
Cut a nigga off don't get daps
No cap slatt
Slatt slatt slatt slatt

Written by:
Rahmir Yeiser-Burton

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