Let me talk to the beat it don’t talk back
If I talk to your hoe that’s a soul snatch
Put some crocodile teeth in a glock head
Heart of glass, drop that then I’m heartless
Hold up, keep the real my vicinity
Touch down palm trees inner city breeze
That’s eight hundred pounds of torque on a SRT
I can’t find like ant shade under this money tree
(Bih Bih Bih Bih Ya)
Please get the fuck out the pic
Gave my brudda bread to buy a brick
In and out the city ever since
Let me talk to the beat it don’t talk back
I’m a product of pain and some plot twists
Got a X on my chest like I’m toxic
And I ain’t trustin shit but the process
I just took your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
Success the best revenge I just love to dead talks
Forty, shinigami death God
Circle tight like dreadlock (hold up)
Let me talk to the beat it don’t talk back
If I talk to your hoe that’s a soul snatch
Put some crocodile teeth in a glock head
Heart of glass, drop that then I’m heartless
Hold up, keep the real my vicinity
Touch down palm trees inner city breeze
That’s eight hundred pounds of torque on a SRT
I can’t find like ant shade under this money tree
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