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de Leeky G Bando

You best not walk my way
I might just pull up, run your fade
I slit my wrist, blood down my waist
I stuff my blade straight down your face

Bitch, get the fuck out of my face
You know you don't got what it takes
All fakes
Why all these rappers
Get dapper for bitches
That ain't even minimum age
Smokin' some shit think it's laced
My brain been all over the place
How does it taste
When I put my chop in your mouth
He gon' scream he gon' shout
I'ma turn him to paste

Beat it I bleed it
I can't be defeated
These mahfuckers lack any reason
Hop on the beat better pay for the feat
If he don't then I'm finna pull up
Wit' a lesion king in this bitch
I been writing like stephen

Cut 'em up
Leave all the bodies secretin'
Slice 'em and dice 'em
Don't ever entice 'em
You might think you safe
But you ain't ever leaving
Put 'em on the concrete
Turn 'em to a zombie
All these motherfuckers on my dick

So get up off me
I been on the grind
You been callin' bitches mommy
Smoke a lotta gas
Got me feelin' kinda wonky
I get more ass than a donkey
Choppa leave 'em red
Now he lookin' like commie
If a motherfucker tryna run up
Get the tommy
As these rappers ever wanna do
Is try to copy

Where do missing people go?
How do they disappear?
What if you disappeared?
And how do you know you haven't already disappeared?

Bitch get the fuck out of my face
You know you don't got what it takes
All fakes
Why all these rappers
Get dapper for bitches
That ain't even minimum age
Smokin' some shit think it's laced
My brain been all over the place
How does it taste
When I put my chop in your mouth
He gon' scream he gon' shout
I'ma turn him to paste

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