Got more bitches like hook line and sinker
Deliver a rain call me Mr Trigger
My body hasn’t clenched my never ending hunger
Cause it’s the hunger games, killing all these mother fuckers
Shut up bitch I’m tryna rap
You look like Shaq, if he wasn’t tall, more fat then jacked
I smacked you with an impact and kept going, till your world went black
Cause you ain’t coming back, U is the mother fucking maniac
I smoked a couple ounces of wood, cause I could
If you understood, you’ll know why I didn’t bother making it to Hollywood
Cause all my life I’ve been misunderstood
Now look at me, could write away your life like I write these hooks
You got forty five to live and you gonna feel all of them
Imma shoot you, but I don’t need a line of gunman
So you can pray till the first shot fires, and your gasping
Cause one more and I’m going to send your soul packing
I don’t have opps, bitch their all dead
Lit up their family home, smoked it like a cigarette
Look at me, and If you think I’m not a threat
Bitch be for real, let’s sit down and think again
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Author:
So So Bad Official (Pseudonym) (
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