Five

[00:10.90] Bitch, you got a lot of balls for a small no name
[00:13.66] You're so lame, you claim you God, you Kanye on cocaine
[00:16.57] Yo, you will not blow my mind bitch, I am not Cobane
[00:19.51] Your dame is known for blowing sacks, we call her John Coltrane
[00:22.58] You sling hashish in back streets, count cash off bitches ass cheeks
[00:25.65] In backseats of flashy whips, you finna give pigs a bakchich
[00:28.81] (Trash) you rap to get the mass to think you're nasty
[00:31.43] But you're snitching on your own silly ass, you Brendan Dassey
[00:34.31] And we ain't shook (why?) Because you ain't Suge (Knight)
[00:37.18] Who would write about their crimes besides the fake crook (type?)
[00:40.19] You like to pose with broads for a Facebook like
[00:43.09] While I bang broads and can't recall what their face look like
[00:45.89] I pipe your wifey like a (hoe), slap the bitch and chant (yolo)
[00:49.22] I like her and tapped her twice like an Instagram photo
[00:52.23] You can rip my damn polo, snatch my silver Han Cholo
[00:54.78] But you can't hate on my game or diss a man's mojo
[00:57.85] So, get angry if you want, kid, I won't get the damn popo
[01:00.54] But don't lift your hands (bro), your fists they tend to land slow mo
[01:03.50] I'm a skinny man but when mad I'll whip your fam (dolo)
[01:06.60] Stomp my soles on your throat and stamp a Timberland logo
[01:09.82] Word to the motherfucking tree on my Tim
[01:12.68] Word to the motherfucking tree on my Tim
[01:15.35] Word to the motherfucking tree on my Tim
[01:18.62] Word to the motherfucking tree on my Tim
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