m6rtz - WICKR FREESTYLE (feat. TILFALL)

My lil brodie stay with the smoke
So you talkin that shit then be ready to choke
I got a clip and I never reload it cos
My brodie shoot for me I never hold it
Put you to sleep got you dreaming bout hurting me
Baby keep wishin and talk to my to my thirty piece
Wanna play games and ill get you injected
I put you to sleep and my brodie make sure of it
Hit em with the left and move to the right
Bitch on my body ride it like a bike
Pop a perky then I skeet outta sight
Fully auto and I keep a semi
Movin crack and flippin like I'm demi
Givin jay the addy and we slide
Kickin doors and run you for your dimes
There's a reason I don't wait in lines

I got the packs and they come from the dark net
Come to the trap you gon end up a carcus
I get the gas and you know that I spark it
I see the tabs like its footy I mark it
Scammin you pussys I'm empire market
Underline told me I sell em too fast and
He seen the coppers outside my apartment
Don't give a fuck bitch I'm trappin til harvest
Run in your house and I'm wearin my ski mask
Hidin my face cause I ain't tryna be charged
You need some acid my wickr be lil martz
Fuck on yo bitch then I pass to my g taj
Fuck on yo bitch then we pass her to rob
You talkin that shit then you gonna get robbed

Passion for action got xans in a jacket
I'm scammin these bitches
Got eyes in the back of my head
And ima shoot while you running
You dont want the smoke
Are you stupid comin got blood on my nikes
You stomp out the pussy and
Had the audacity call me a rookie
Bringing the bros dawgs so better
Not flex and go run for ya cookies
Hungry dogs bite harder like that
My brodie hoppin out he run wit a gat
Take a breather hit you right in the back

Written by:
Martin Lanzon, Robert Vernon

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