hoe friends
they be spending the night
planning for this shit to take flight
fucking with niggas they shouldnt be
they gonna have to deal with me
i be making threats
i tell myeielah she said "bet"
now we plotting like they plotting
we gonna catch em while they walking
they not gonna expect it
we gonna beat em and split
but when we done we gotta go
cause its gonna be some hard ass blows
so hard they chest gonna be still
yes i mean that, im going for the kill
them hoes gonna learn one day
to listen when we say
that them niggas belong to US
after this there aint no fuss
imma put you on a tshirt
6 feet deep in that dirt
the gonna be screamin rest in piece
and all that noise you was making that shit gonna cease
and you gon learn the hard way
that when it come to our niggas we dont play
so back up bitch
gonna fuck round get hit
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