BlammySosa - ILB (Rabies) (feat. Art Murderer)

Run that bag up I go crazy
Punch that pin in, I aint lazy
She on dick, she want my babies
I love bitches, I got rabies
It's no ifs, and's, but's, or maybe's
She said daddy can you save me
Cook them pieces like its cajun
I'm a scammer, I'm amazing
These niggas my kids, I ain't raise em
I just pop up on occasion
Hilton, Marriott, or Days Inn
I be swiping, I put days in
It's that .40 that I'm raising
Call my shorty, he gon blaze him
Bomboclaat, I got Jamaicans
I got Rastas, I got Haitians
On that highway like they chasing me
I made them ain't no making me
I swipe so many telly's, ain't no vacancies
I get money like I grow it
I got hundreds, I'm a throw them
In the club, I got my stick
That .40 poking, like it's Facebook
Get your face took, ain't no joking
Niggas sliding, free promotion
Unemployment, that's the motion
I ain't dealing with no hoe shit
In the trap, master Roshi
I get green like I was Yoshi
I got keys like a Motif
Sellin beans like its protein
Perc 15's they got to go
Hit my phone they for the low
They think it's weather I control
When they be calling for the snow
I'm quarter backing plays
Set motions
Only truffles I be smoking
Every rock be clear as water
They be thinking I sell oceans
I'm quarter backing plays
Set motions
Only truffles I be smoking
Every rock be clear as water
They be thinking I sell oceans
I'm quarter backing plays
Set motions
Only truffles I be smoking
Every rock be clear as water
They be thinking I sell oceans
Run that bag up I go crazy
Punch that pin in, I aint lazy
She on dick, she want my babies
I love bitches, I got rabies
It's no ifs, and's, but's, or maybe's
She said daddy can you save me
Cook them pieces like its cajun
I'm a scammer, I'm amazing
These niggas my kids, I ain't raise em
I just pop up on occasion
Hilton, Marriott, or Days Inn
I be swiping, I put days in
These niggas my kids, I ain't raise em
I just pop up on occasion
Hilton, Marriott, or Days Inn
I be swiping, I put days in
All the weed I smoke Jamaican
Got me looking like a Asian
I don't chase em
I replace em
You ain't matching then I'm facing
Made him put me in Bottega
Then I played him like a Sega
Say I'm better than Sazon
He like my sauce
He like my flavor
She say she bad she looking iffy
You got some za let me get 50
Say I'm his bitty
Cause I'm pretty
Taught me how to swipe some giffys
Lame hoe I'll see you later
I just flew to the equator
He say he miss me, I say miss me or go down to elevator
Riding foreign like we German
Bend the corner Richard Sherman
When I talk
Bitches dance
Make it clap like it's a sermon
They call me Nae' call me big Jada
Ass look like it's from Decatur
Yeah that bitch was a hater
I turned her to a waiter
Bad bitch I feel like Janet
I don't plan it I just scan it
He a scammer when I pop it pop a tag and he go jam it
Up a roll and he might panic
Realest bitch up on the planet
Pussy bussing like horchata
Got the nigga speaking Spanish
Run that bag up I go crazy
Punch that pin in, I aint lazy
She on dick, she want my babies
I love bitches, I got rabies
It's no ifs, and's, but's, or maybe's
She said daddy can you save me
Cook them pieces like its cajun
I'm a scammer, I'm amazing
These niggas my kids, I ain't raise em
I just pop up on occasion
Hilton, Marriott, or Days Inn
I be swiping, I put days in
These niggas my kids, I ain't raise em
I just pop up on occasion
Hilton, Marriott, or Days Inn
I be swiping, I put days in

Written by:
Eric Medina, Jada Green

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