Telescope

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Anti Da Menace - Rap

Telescope

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[Intro] Grrt, yeah, yeah, ayy, look, let me tell y'all bitch-ass niggas somethin'... (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) [Verse] Know how many died tryna say he gangster? Get my belt, I go on and spank 'em You can go ask Sugar, since I was young, bitch, my heart filled with anger Creepin' in them bushes, I got my chrome, I see nobody home Nigga ain't no pussy, just leave me 'lone before I bust your dome Okay, these niggas got me on that fuck shit Cross a line, I get 'em bust quick Scram, bitches can't even hit my phone, them hoеs don't make me nut quick 'Miri on my sweatеr, 'member times that I was just wearin' Trukfit Swear that I'm gettin' better, that's on God, you'll never catch me dusty That's your main, that lil' ho musty It's a setup, I can't trust it Switch on me, bet I bust it Real demon, kill my cousin Woo, he slippin', wipe his nose Found a lick and the 'bows Shoot a nigga head, talkin' 'bout broad day, even my lawyer know Made it out the trenches, can't believe I got this far I been wreckin' like every whip I get, spent a hundred K on cars Niggas plottin', up a half a million, Ill shit on them lil' boys Thought you said I wouldn't be nothin', I did it big, I crushed her heart Won't catch me slippin', got this switchy at the gas pump Bank account been glitchin', I'm rich as fuck, I'll get 'em all slumped Nigga, the police couldn't even stop these blicks, you better call Trump I'm damn near a millionaire in this shit, mama mad ea don Spend all my money on my opps, I might run out of funds But I don't really give a fuck, I gotta get that done I'm talkin' 'bout these blicks fill up a truck, I bought like eighty guns I seen these opps makin' them disses, I'm tryna step on one Blaow, talkin' 'bout want 'em dead now Bet I catch you out of bounds Ask about me, on my side, I filled up every spot with pounds Put that money in the ground, talkin' 'bout put it in the stash Ask my mama, I'm rich as fuck, I made a fifty sellin' bags Haha Brrt, bitch, come outside or somethin' 'Round my mama with that switch, she say, "Boy, you violent, son" I'm 'posed to be up in the hills, they tryna make me slide on somethin' Blaow

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Credits

Writers
  • Anti Da Menace
  • Section 8
  • EVRGRN