Posse Song Pt. 4

Lyrics

The star is born but without rally Cooper get away I maneuver Kill him with zero viewers put me in the bins I'ma fall out into a frieze The way he going off he must be one of them Threeses kids Like fun side bro no ass on one side Leave a nigga one eye quickly then I run by He must be a fun guy all I see is one time We release with gunfire lyrical homicide Nigga who you think you foolin Never care you whoop mе you gon' have to Shoot me They gon' brеak your jaw bitch I got plenty of screws loose I ain't take my medicine I might kill your whole crew If this ain't no fuckin' gang Really like to fight niggas Cause y'all scared to fight niggas I might take your bike nigga Shoot me I shoot back hoe Kick a nigga back doe Put it in your fat hoe Show me to your status hoe Watch me rip you with some anime video game geek shit Japanese demons I be seeing up in my sleeve shit Still keep a G shit T-H-U-G mentality Gotta be reputable Rapping the posse to the eclipse Even after that I'll be standing here with A C split Brothers try to copy but we really down with Threeses See y'all ain't hearing the rappers tryna Step shit up You got too comfy so I'm here to fuck this Bitch Bitch I'm coming through to beat a hoe and crack a jaw Evil shit up in my heart Fuck the love I lost it all This is go you gotta change we're fucking up in the ball Killing all of my enemies watching all they bodies fall On this wicked path I walk alone until I find my happiness But right now I'm getting satisfaction from killing faggot clit I'm getting satisfaction from killing faggot clit I'm manic with a cannon I'm wretched I barely damage shit I'm stepping quick so watch the wrenches speaking when you slander shit Fuck that I ain't letting shit slide Murder, death, and homicide And you niggas know the vibe You niggas is bitch made And I keep a Swiss blade Ready to cut your ass up Every fucking wits way Give a nigga reason to wet to the mold Niggas the better the most shit You talk the mold blood will splatter you don't want no smoke We down for whatever Straight disrespectful fuck up competitor This is my bad nigga you don't even know what I'm talking about On the other side of the Started to keep me myself Of there shit that came to my mind They were bigger than my frown Watch these simple minded motherfuckers trip over sticks They're crucify, I lose deep I'm scheming deep in the bed The flames rates in my face Cause I'm growing out the cliche Stop the music, effortless And others everywhere God down, stop the muskets Go out there, repos Escape, let's take hands from against We ain't the papa One our artwork is rigged [?] Yeah, man, ain't no time for this JGRXXN and his bitch, man Yo Aw, shit Mind Wap My niggas done cut the beat off on me, dawg What kind of shit is that, y'all? Shit Yeah, y'all know what time it is It's Schema Posse and it's biatch Oh, yeah, cut the check, ho