Hardest Ese Eva
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I just splashed up with a chopstick
I just whacked a nigga in the projects
And i'm strapped up with a Kel-Tec
You need fifty pounds, I can mail that
I sip drank, 'ion sell that
Free my niggas finna send them care pack
Fuck the bitch now' cause I ain't got patience
I done been to hell an I done shot Satan
You ain't 'bout that murder, nigga stop playin'
You ain't talkin' money, nigga what you sayin'?
You can call me Mr. Bloody Shirt Stain
And I ball hard like I'm Kurt Angle
Whole lotta ammunition when im on the road
They call my phone when they needa restore
I got indoor and I got cheap blow
Choppa hold a 100 'ion need to reload
Straight up out the trenches nigga let's get it
Neck full of water like a Wet Willy
Nigga play me with me? He gon'be a victim
Imma clean the scene and leave no witness
Any hood I'm good everytime I come around
Dont make me splash up and come and run you down
In the winter im drippin', Versace Lil nigga
Then im rockin' LV in the summertime
In the trap house, it's just me in the smoke
Give'em a barrel, I'm watchin' on [?]
I was wit ya Bitch, Laws got behind me
So I had to put the Crack up in her Cola
Hardest Ese Eva nigga
Your Bitch thought I had my leg up in her
Tote a K, bitch I let you have it nigga
In a Wraith, Crawlin' like a Caterpillar
And Julo just splashed up, in a drop top
Every trap I got, it's a hot spot
Junkies walkin'in, ain't no Knock Knock
I got chopsticks, and I got glocks
I got FNs, dont get shot
I know you heard about the Drip God
Spent 100 Racks on his Wrist Watch
You play with the sauce and you get Blammed up
He got shot in his face when he ran up
You told the laws whn you got jammed up
You not built like that, stop playing tough
I trap all day and leave with a check
In the trap tryna find the keys to the 'Vette
I can't wait 'til they free the SP Mex
And I'm ballin, dripping, and I keep me a tec
'Fore the Migos, I was in the Bando
And my younging steppin' just like a dancefloor
With the Choppa on me, bitch I feel like Rambo
Mob Shit, like we Sopranos
I ain't trusting no bitch, these bitches not worth it
Fuck the Laws, cause those bitches always do me dirty
I'm ballin' too hard, nigga throw me a Jersey
You get shot in yo head if you try to approach me
(AYYYYEEE)
I just splashed up and made a fast 10
Do a drive-by in a black benz
And I just broke on a Mexican
And a withe bitch and her black friend
Everywhere I go, I get it in
Tryna make a hundred thousand times 10
In a black Chevelle, with my man Miguel
My enemies don't even get a chance to yell