LayLo Junior Kami - SC4RF4CE

I'm bout to talk real slick like
Oil talk
Two cups light ice
You'll think Im slow right
But no Im so hype
And the God is so nice
So High
Boy I see christ no lie
You feline nigga pussy
Nigga I'm swerving in a benz with a bad bitch I don't cuddle
Nigga where the duffle
All bout the game told
The gang in the huddle
And I don't buy chains ledger in the louie luggage
And only real niggas catching that
You gotta flip the fiat
You niggas in trouble
Motherfucker you don't know my struggle
As a youngin
Member sleeping with the roaches trying to stay bundled
Me and baby bro in front the oven while the pots bubble
Hot water
Mama short a few dollars made a rottweiler
Hot scholar top shotta who want problem
I been waiting a lot rage in me I might go super saiyan
Aye get up on this blockchain shit is going crazy
Especially with the 7 in inflation
Bitcoin save it
Rude awakening
To meet opportunity it takes some preparation
I'm steady popping in the latest with ya favorite
IG thot getting mop crazy
And I don't placate flow a lake
Correlate that with a force soaring great
And you can't emulate for heaven's sake
Something foreign alien out of space
Won't like me when Im out of drank
Fuck out my face
I'll take shorty
Fuck the fuck out her face
Knuck if you buck you won't
I'll break ya ass in half
and laugh to the fucking bank
No remorse
Boy I'm popping shit
I'm locked in and plugged like a socket is
I'm knocking like a lock in a sock
Boy I split ya wig
No common sense kind of pissed
Right hand itching
Think I'm bout to pull a Will Smith
I'm out the mud and that water
Like a hippopotamus
I'm getting long neck baby is a ostrich
I'm in her mouth so much
Shit I'm her orthodontist
She post a pic with her man
I'll like it and comment
Relationship goals
And I'm just being honest
Monster
That love shit you can miss me
I don't got it
I don't follow don't subscribe
All the times at the bottom of the addy bottle
My soul hallow as fuck my shit thin
I threw my heart up took it back in
Ate it and shitted it
Threw in the ceiling fan
Then went to count some bands
I'm colder than a avalanche
Handsome
Do the Bobby Shumurda dance
In ya chick pants
And hit the phantom in a quick flash
That's ghost for ya bitch ass
Nigga I'm out

Written by:
Justin Jackson

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