C’mon, have some fun
Bitches wanna see my gun
Pull it out, I’ma scare them
Gonna make ’em fuckin’ run
Ain’t a game, Freddie mane
Who’s the one to feel the blame?
Who’s he say? I’m insane
I think we all feel the same
Dark killing in the set, man, I’m a fucking fit
Big ol’ choppa on my hand
I’ma watch him fucking say
They say that I’m sick
I know they noticed it
With the demon taking over me
I see all of this shit, bitch
What the hell you talkin’ about?
Come and fuck with this
I’ma smoked out
I’ma get the popping of this shits
Sippin’ 40s from the dip
Blurry vision, ’bout to spit
Come and try to test my clique
Catch a bullet, you’ll see me
Kill everybody, want mo’ bodies
Take the big shot straight to your big body
Kill everybody, want mo’ bodies
Take the big shot straight to your—
Kill everybody, want mo’ bodies
Take the big shot straight to your big body
Kill-kill everybody, want mo’ bodies
Take the big shot straight to your big body
Kill everybody, want mo’ bodies
Take the big shot straight to your big body
Kill everybody, want mo’ bodies
Take the big shot straight to your big body
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