Vante - Let Loose 4

I told y’all niggahz, quit speakin on my name
Hank Hill bars, I’m spittin out propane
That pussy goin bald, go get him so rogaine
Disrespect the mob’s like shootin with no aim
I’m back slashin on my competition for practice
Practiced on gunnin my enemies down, I’m savage
21 reasons I felt like this had to happen
You fake niggahz clicked up, like holdin opposing magnets
Bastards, bout to press the issue when I hit you
You can’t avoid certain death, not impervious to pistols
I’mma up the 7.62, hope you got some armor with you
Hallow pointed mini missiles on a mission just to flip you
Make your final prayers, but nobody’s gonna miss you
I won’t miss you
If I shoot, I’m rippin ligaments and tissue
Shoulda kept ya mouth shut, but you kept your shit open
When I “Let It Go”, Hoe I’m not referring to Frozen
Broken, if I swing I’m leaving shit swollen
Golden, I’m ready for anything unfoldin
Heat wave bars: my water-breathing is scoldin
Many imitate but all I see is hoes chokin
Lot of niggahz change but I remain a constant
Chunkin up the section, we gon mob in a moshpit
Tried to hold me back but evidently didn’t stop shit
Say you’re gonna kill me, been a year and still ain’t shot shit
All that tough talk then you wanna back pedal?
That niggah is a predator just like Geppetto
Better be happy that I didn’t press the button
Ain’t no talkin or discussion, cuz I’m runnin with the metal
You’re sensitive with mood swings like a bitch
Pissed cuz another niggah’s bout to get rich
This the same dude out here tryna pay for pussy
Didn’t you know silly rabbit, guess not
You’re a trick
Heard that off brand niggah started giving names
Me and him are not the same, we’ve got different ranks
Really made it out the trenches, I stay givin thanks
When I see you in the streets, I’mma spit in your face
You’re a mark with a pigeon brain
I meant a chicken
Once I chose my path, I told myself that I’d never be switchin
You’re a snake, I saw a vision and a premonition
I’ve got the arrow now: you’re fighting the Requiem Edition
You were outta your league, from the beginning to the ending
Die in a cell, that’s consequences of pretendin
And to your homies who did all that defendin
I know y’all feel stupid, y’all about to be defendants
Bet he gon snitch, cuz he want a shorter sentence
And that’s y’all big homie? Damn he went out sad
Never in life will you see me go out bad
Yeah I got some anger issues cuz I had no dad
All y’all niggahz peasants livin like nomads
If I gotta pull the trigger, I’mma need no mask
M107 penetrates through bullet proof glass
Same way these chuck taylors put a bruise on yo ass
And tell that broke bum to stay outta my business
Mad cuz I’m flexin, I ain’t talking bout fitness
Got your bitch stretchin out like, like an Olympic gymnast
Not equivalent, she told me that you gotta limp dick
I’m not to be played with, like a cut that’s too raw
Can’t play mental gymnastics because you’re logic’s too flawed
When I wake up, niggah feeling like a God
Handed over my humanity, I’m feeling like Zodd
If you disrespect me, then it’s bound to get tricky
Name a niggah breathing that’s saying that he bitched me
All my niggahz mobbin, or they represent the 50tyz
Tried to line it up and missed me
You were never fuckin with me, lil bitch
Vante
Yeah
4 doe
Let loose
Hahahaha
Hahahahahahahaha
Yeah niggah
Bitch!

Written by:
Devante Riggins

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