She the baddest bitch alive so I f*cked that bitch to death
Fill my pockets past F
You was on, past tense
I been way past tens flipping bows past 10
We got no Mac-10s we got whole AK, SK, Magnums
SW not southwest
Hold 20 and 1 and 1 and 1
5.7 not my height it's what's in the handgun
It's Habibi, hala slatt
Rise for your anthem
Eagle eyes from the skies swooping down kill secured
I'm the warden you a tourist
You got stamps, I'm who do it
Bring your whole whatever you call'em
A-train, I run through'em
Bring the bitties in line'em up
Habibi Land, sign'em up
They riders told'em giddy up
I shot her face I lit it up
She smiled I literally lit it up
I roll my wood I'm gettin up
I fill my cup feel good as f*ck
Lemme bring it back
Slow it up
Twenty thousand on a whim
And I went and blowed it up
Made it back like I had left I got it right and loaded up
Bought another safe for weapons and I went filled both'em up
F*ckin on her and her bestie and I wanna fill both'em up
But these bitches way too petty I can't Genghis, Trojan up
Ain't no army coming with me but it feel like a whole army
Pull up on you get to storming
I'm gone sting you get to swarming
I'm a warrior in the garden
I got roses, I got carbons
Ain't got humans I got martians
But I need no reinforcements
Call the amberlamps and marshalls
Cause you bleedin and you sparked up
When I shoot I hit what I target
All my prices fixed ain't no bargain
I got stupid blicks, retarded
I got old money on parchment
I got new money, freshly minted
When I roll you up it's cathartic
When I said f*ck you I meant it
You can die about what get started
I can't risk not shit for none
I got chicken guns, with drums
I got different guns, pick one
She said her favorite song is "Which One"
I said my favorite bitch is this one
And my money long, marathon
I got pull here and Lebanon
I got plans, yeah, world dom
I got fans, yeah, turn'em on
She got ass and it's ergonomic
I had dropped out of economics
But I got supply and they want it
I got plays coming can't pause it
Plenty days gone, I can't count it
I got plenty ears, good bounties
I just tcht, tk, lay down it
Mark that X up where they found him
Put that dirt on top, he grounded
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She the baddest bitch alive so I f*cked that bitch to death
Fill my pockets past F
You was on, past tense
I been way past tens flipping bows past 10
We got no Mac-10s we got whole AK, SK, Magnums
SW not southwest
Hold 20 and 1 and 1 and 1
5.7 not my height it's what's in the handgun
It's Habibi, hala slatt
Rise for your anthem
Eagle eyes from the skies swooping down kill secured
I'm the warden you a tourist
You got stamps, I'm who do it
Bring your whole whatever you call'em
A-train, I run through'em
Bring the bitties in line'em up
Habibi Land, sign'em up
They riders told'em giddy up
I shot her face I lit it up
She smiled I literally lit it up
I roll my wood I'm gettin up
I fill my cup feel good as f*ck
Lemme bring it back
Slow it up
Twenty thousand on a whim
And I went and blowed it up
Made it back like I had left I got it right and loaded up
Bought another safe for weapons and I went filled both'em up
F*ckin on her and her bestie and I wanna fill both'em up
But these bitches way too petty I can't Genghis, Trojan up
Ain't no army coming with me but it feel like a whole army
Pull up on you get to storming
I'm gone sting you get to swarming
I'm a warrior in the garden
I got roses, I got carbons
Ain't got humans I got martians
But I need no reinforcements
Call the amberlamps and marshalls
Cause you bleedin and you sparked up
When I shoot I hit what I target
All my prices fixed ain't no bargain
I got stupid blicks, retarded
I got old money on parchment
I got new money, freshly minted
When I roll you up it's cathartic
When I said f*ck you I meant it
You can die about what get started
I can't risk not shit for none
I got chicken guns, with drums
I got different guns, pick one
She said her favorite song is "Which One"
I said my favorite bitch is this one
And my money long, marathon
I got pull here and Lebanon
I got plans, yeah, world dom
I got fans, yeah, turn'em on
She got ass and it's ergonomic
I had dropped out of economics
But I got supply and they want it
I got plays coming can't pause it
Plenty days gone, I can't count it
I got plenty ears, good bounties
I just tcht, tk, lay down it
Mark that X up where they found him
Put that dirt on top, he grounded
Fill my pockets past F
You was on, past tense
I been way past tens flipping bows past 10
We got no Mac-10s we got whole AK, SK, Magnums
SW not southwest
Hold 20 and 1 and 1 and 1
5.7 not my height it's what's in the handgun
It's Habibi, hala slatt
Rise for your anthem
Eagle eyes from the skies swooping down kill secured
I'm the warden you a tourist
You got stamps, I'm who do it
Bring your whole whatever you call'em
A-train, I run through'em
Bring the bitties in line'em up
Habibi Land, sign'em up
They riders told'em giddy up
I shot her face I lit it up
She smiled I literally lit it up
I roll my wood I'm gettin up
I fill my cup feel good as f*ck
Lemme bring it back
Slow it up
Twenty thousand on a whim
And I went and blowed it up
Made it back like I had left I got it right and loaded up
Bought another safe for weapons and I went filled both'em up
F*ckin on her and her bestie and I wanna fill both'em up
But these bitches way too petty I can't Genghis, Trojan up
Ain't no army coming with me but it feel like a whole army
Pull up on you get to storming
I'm gone sting you get to swarming
I'm a warrior in the garden
I got roses, I got carbons
Ain't got humans I got martians
But I need no reinforcements
Call the amberlamps and marshalls
Cause you bleedin and you sparked up
When I shoot I hit what I target
All my prices fixed ain't no bargain
I got stupid blicks, retarded
I got old money on parchment
I got new money, freshly minted
When I roll you up it's cathartic
When I said f*ck you I meant it
You can die about what get started
I can't risk not shit for none
I got chicken guns, with drums
I got different guns, pick one
She said her favorite song is "Which One"
I said my favorite bitch is this one
And my money long, marathon
I got pull here and Lebanon
I got plans, yeah, world dom
I got fans, yeah, turn'em on
She got ass and it's ergonomic
I had dropped out of economics
But I got supply and they want it
I got plays coming can't pause it
Plenty days gone, I can't count it
I got plenty ears, good bounties
I just tcht, tk, lay down it
Mark that X up where they found him
Put that dirt on top, he grounded
Writer: Jad Hamood
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