Fuck the ops
• Written by DrummaBoi • Featuring CSL, GoldenShower, and Lexxy-Lucky
(Drummer boi hit me up) monte what happend
Say u gonna pull Up but instead I caught yo ass
Lacking Reload the glock now im blasting
Standing on to bodie fuck u and I took
Yo shawty u was getting a little cocky
Fight to the end like I'm Rocky
Cry to your mom u can't cuz u
Dead (hahaha) do it all over again
U didt just die alone we killed your
Friend dear lil Macey u dead
Cuz u talking shit
And u just crazy
U was talking shit daily
I don't feel guilty
Rotting in your Grave
Now nigga u filthy
Everyone thinked u faked your
Death but that's just a Theory
U dead forever so
You don't got to worry
Bitch I have no mercy u sipping On ur blood
U must be thirsty
Always trash talking ur
A faggot and u dirty
Bitch u died in the worst way
On yours brothers birthday
But that's the end of
Ur journey u can't take
Me to court cuz u can't call
A Attorney
Dear golden shower
Your next if u see me don't encounter
I'm gonna be poping off These
Bullets bitch and they get louder
Ur a bitter bitch ur sour don't think ur all that
Cuz u ain't got no power u ain't really
Golden u ain't the one you ain't
Chosen bullet to Your head
Boooom explosion
We all left yo ass cold like the ice age
U frozen hope you die
Ima shoot you in your neck
Fuck Around u gonna get shot in the
Chest if you die may you rest
Hop off our dick nigga cuz u is obsessed
Got a demon in me making me Possessed
Overall fuck Satan cuz I'm blessed
Dint fuck wit us cuz we from the
West u ain't nobody nada u just
A guest u cannot compete
U cannot contest I'll kill ya
Ass and make ur family depressed
Fuck nigga u just a Peasant
Get rid of thta feeling that ur all that
Cuz u ain't no legend
Dear csl ur on deck kill ya ass
Here the bell while bitches yell
Hope u say ur good byes Farwell
Ur a peace of junk in a yard sell
Up for sell
Once those bullets hit u they ain't gonna repel
U think ur kill bill this is not a drill
Coming for u lil nigga but ur life in a thrill
U wanted to talk shit so I ain't gonna
Chill remember thay time when u Siad I'm a broke
Bitch, bitch ass nigga the tables have turned
U gonna be on life support ain't no one gonna be
Concerned lesson learned I hope u die I hope you
Burn you Think it's a jokeIf you die you ain't going
to return u say I only have hot bars when it
Comes to beef hope you Receive this
U might not believe this ur a back stabbing bitch
U Deceive fuck nigga you a
Disease it's hit up in here about 130
Degrees
Dear lexxy lucky I don't care if you
A women I'll kill your ass it's gonna get bloody
U gonna be crying for help
But there's gonna be nobody
I called truce you were still
Talking shit so now we got
Some issues u must be missing
A bunch of Screws ain't no going back
I'm not gonna refuse u got me madd
You whore u just light the fuse
U gonna end up missing ur
Family's gonna be confused
Loading bullets in you
How much have u consumed
Ur coughing up blood your
Choking it's the end and I'm not
Joking meanwhile smoking
All ya bitchies in this blunt
That I'm rolling
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DrummaBoi
Member since March 5 2024