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B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk | I don't know what the fuck he thought | I put on in his head like a deep
B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk I don't know what the fuck he thought I put on in his head like a deep What up, though, it's Tunechi New Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi Money real tall like Mutombo, you puny You already know I'm a big dawg, you Snoopy Soldiers salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy Smoke it, then bomb like you nuke me, it's spooky Y'all niggas fluky, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty Hol' up, sound off, one, two Snatch the crown off of you I make house calls, I'ma come through And kick the door down like kung fu Hol' up, pop a bottle, Don Perry Like Colorado, I'm Primary Don't talk that shit, no commentary Just shake that, shh, like a library Flow so clean, got me tip-toein' Dick so big, almost tripped over it I came on her belly, that's star jelly Bitch, bitch, give me brain like a smart aleck Hol' up, right, left, right, left, you're toothless Break his nose, right-hand full of mucus Pussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin' Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk She up and down on this dick like a see-saw I'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up Rrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results Your bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault You know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood On Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood) Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood) I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood) No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood) That's on Blood (on Blood) Blood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo) I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo) Big B's and I got my own buzz That's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood) This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood) I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood) No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood) That's on Blood (on Blood) Bloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub) I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs) Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the) B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk I don't know what the fuck he thought I put one in his head like a deep thought And if he walk, that's cheap talk Breakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk And the streets talk, gotta speak soft You know niggas get killed by default Tune act a donkey like hee-haw Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall And I stay armed like sleeves off Red, red like spaghetti and meatballs Cold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost Hop, hop on the D and she rejoice I'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy No Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi Pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the Got it out the mud, mud Motherfucker, got it out the mud Motherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood) Motherfucker, got it out the mud Blood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud Mud, motherfucker, got it out the mud Motherfucker, got it out the mud
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