Guap Sosa - Hilary (feat. TroubleBoy Kash)

These niggas be killing me
Gotta bitch wit a bank
Like Hilary
Don't keep ya friends
Closer than ya enemies
John Cena nigga ain't seeing me
We spin his block
Now he baked like rotisserie
New video vixen
I know that she missing me
Somebody tell Rubi to get at me
Tryna knock the pedals
Off her roses literally
Walk down on a opp
Now he need him a sensu bean
You don't go no opps so
Your beef don't make sense to me
Out of town know that
Blicky it's stuck to me
Clip hold a wing stop
Big fifty piece
Kobe in the fourth quarter
Can't fuck with me
New chop wit a knife
Name it cutlery
Twenty one got a dagger
In the cut wit me
Couldn't fuck wit me
If they fuck wit me
Big four and
Imma bang it to the death of me
But imma die of old age
Cause my opps weak
Cut the lil hoe off
Cause her too weak
When you top me
Better slop me
If I need something beat
Imma call Wee
If you need something hit
Better call me
Kidnappings murders and robbery's
Everywhere I go
Gotta g lock wit me
Anywhere I go Boob
Gone slide wit me
Felon at twenty one
Now I'm twenty three
Who with me gone ride
Do that time for me
Who with me gone slide
Draw that iron for me
Who with me
New shirt two fifty
C eight vette got twenty racks in it
Niggas be snakes
The world full of envy
I load up my drake and
Stuff racks in my skinnies
Shawty thought we was winning
Lil hoe this just the beginning
We done start back spinning
Blo scope the drop before we hit it
I'm sending Tev and Kay wit it
They take face and fitted
Run his watch and pockets
Man they came up on some benjis
I came up now I'm living
Smoke the exoticest spinach
VVs hit while I'm grinning
I gotta smile while I'm in it
Hit from the back then I pin it
Mortal Kombat finisher
Pass that how to the clique
My circle tight like a tennis shoe
These niggas be killing me
Gotta bitch wit a bank
Like Hilary
Don't keep ya friends
Closer than ya enemies
John Cena nigga ain't seeing me
We spin his block
Now he baked like rotisserie
New video vixen
I know that she missing me
Somebody tell Rubi to get at me
Tryna knock the pedals
Off her roses literally
Walk down on a opp
Now he need him a sensu bean
You don't go no opps so
Your beef don't make sense to me
Out of town know that
Blicky it's stuck to me
Clip hold a wing stop
Big fifty piece
Kobe in the fourth quarter
Can't fuck with me
New chop wit a knife
Name it cutlery
Twenty one got a dagger
In the cut wit me
Couldn't fuck wit me
If they fuck wit me
Yea you know I'm cracking fours
But I might throw em up
Cuz I fuck with Guap
Bitch say why they call you Kash
I reached in my pocket
I pulled out a knot
Them boys already know
Not to post they drop
I pull up get they ass rocked
Hop out wit this seven six two and
Wake up the whole block
Tell them boys to stop the cappin
They ain't sending no shots
Pull up on him wipe his nose
We ain't leave no snot
She ate the dick up
Got hit from the back
Nigga that's your thot
The city know
We stepped up on
Your partner say we bogus
These niggas be killing me
Gotta bitch wit a bank
Like Hilary
Don't keep ya friends
Closer than ya enemies
John Cena nigga ain't seeing me
We spin his block
Now he baked like rotisserie
New video vixen
I know that she missing me
Somebody tell Rubi to get at me
Tryna knock the pedals
Off her roses literally
Walk down on a opp
Now he need him a sensu bean
You don't go no opps so
Your beef don't make sense to me
Out of town know that
Blicky it's stuck to me
Clip hold a wing stop
Big fifty piece
Kobe in the fourth quarter
Can't fuck with me
New chop wit a knife
Name it cutlery
Twenty one got a dagger
In the cut wit me
Couldn't fuck wit me
If they fuck wit me

Written by:
Jacquez Gantt

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