free verse 1
• Written by RobbyBones
Stop dropping names,
Or ill tell you right now that ill go insne,
I got the game,
on a chokehold,
Like its under my reigns,
And i dont fold,
To Keep you guessing mane,
I yacht yacht yacht like a boat show,
Til your only grains,
Rip you like a beyblade,
Dont cover bloostains,
We running eight trains,
On a ten frame,
Yeah she your dame,
And she not ashamed
Hate bunch of ways,
But she always stays,
Keep a lookout just incase,
Niggas try to sneak us no way.
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RobbyBones
Member since March 10 2015