Water Bitch

November 23, 2019

dimonds is dripping im out here crypn coutin my 50s in tha foreing hittin lil driftis

im walking my neck is a frezzer my bitch is a eater when i shot him he was a bleeder

from on my block im ceaser fuck cops fuck 12 lost brother to them bitches R.I.P

thats big bro slatt wippen my nose ice colder then some snow drugs im hangin wit

my thugs straight outta the mud

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