playwitfye

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[Intro] I'm sick of this asshole, get rid of him (chr6me) [Verse 1: kidracks] Yeah, I don't play with fye Ridin' round with the blick, tryna take a life Shoot him in his shit, talkin' on that live (Pl-Plug) Please stop talking, you not like that 3.5 to the fucking face, this a light pack Yeah, took a nigga bitch, he ain't like that Dumb ho keep blowing up my phone, I don't write back (Nigga) Bitch, I ride round with the pole, tryna catch a hat Choppa' on me, it's gon' take yo' soul You can't get it back That's yo' ho, I break her back I'm too fried, I'm smokin' pack Bad ass hoe gon' give me cash Keep the mag, no, I can't lack, yeah [Verse 2: lame!] Y-Y-Yeah, p-p-pole on my hip, is the clone Motherfuckers is you biting? (chr6me) We gon' run you down, and his ass start dying Lil' pole trying to diss motherfuckers, you whining Bitch, I'ma up the stick, I ain't doing no fighting I catch me an opp' and that clip go empty St-St-Stick on me, finna a hoop, hit a jelly Got the stick on me, that shit is my bestie (Pl-Plug) T-take out his eye now he looking like Fetty Choppazay try to diss, but got hit in the belly Sl-Sl-Slide my man's, now I feel like I'm 'Melly My bitch like Ice Spice, she in the Deli Wa-Wa-Watch the backdoor, bitch 'Zay tryna get me Sl-Sl-Slide my man's, bitch, I'm feeling envy My Glock 3D, that shit is a custom I said it to Allah 'cause that boy a Muslim I said it to Allah 'cause he ain't a pig I'm getting these racks, I feel like I'm kid You was off that street, you ain't never the shit' You got hit by a brick, Lil' Bill's a bitch, nigga When he's outside, okay, we gon' put him on fleek, nigga Ya' ho, she goin, she suckin' my dick, nigga All face, I'ma trickster I'm rockin' them Ricks', nigga