Ib Mattic - #FREEBRO

Better where you step round' here they blow
Ay
Know the body, 10nO
And we still stepping, on bro
Like he say he want that, let's go
Know I ain't tripping bout nada
Chase paper not baba
Know me tho, get guala
They hating, they problem
Why it seem like everybody rapping now or sum
You tried it, you not it
He had it, I got em
I got it, I got it
I told her shut up you coming or what
Don't trip like, don't duck
You know me it's up it's stuck
You know it's up it's look
She say I'm toxic cause I got that bag and she can't get none
You know mattic you know I got aim so I don't miss none
Walk downs
Not ya average stepper I take big ones
Told her I could rap but I can't dance you better pick one
Like gang, go
Free Kill and bro'nem, let my mans go
I could've bagged her understand tho
I do not need her, she a fan tho
Want me to snap again like thanos
Brodie a hot head gotta fan those
I'm dripping sauce down shoutout Rambo
Gang full of lose screws, they my mans tho
Think her name tisha like Campbell
Or Alisha like piano
Brodie got 3 cribs but they Bandos
You prolly wouldn't understand tho
Running the city I ain't ever ran tho
All walk downs like shush
He had it it's mine now it got took
Like I'll really jack son no Samuel (on bro)
Broke my heart how dare you
Play with my top how dare you
Bro ina cut like (shhhh)
He don't vent cause he really ah air you
Rock ha rock, rock, rock
Ay, GO!

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Ib Mattic

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