not redacting shit Lyrics woody
It’s been like two years
You been sendin’ mad shots and we ain’t say shit
We just_been_waitin’ to see_you, pussy
And my man served you_fifty fake 30s, those were fake (Fentanyl)
You so fuckin’ stupid, you can’t even tell a fake (Hit them with the -)
Why’d you trust a soul in this game? It’s all fake
I been smoking weed, good for health, bitch, it’s great
We can get you hit, any city, any state
Like who pulled up on your crib with two [?], like what the fuck?
When you get turned to pack, I’ll smoke it down, I smoke a lot
And I be in the gym, get me there like you could not
Bitch, I stay strapped like everywhere I fuckin’ go
Like you can pull that knife, I’ll make that shake like you a ho
Like this can hold ten, but I can place like every shot
Yeah, run down on me, like last thing you see’s a dot
Yeah, wait, beam you up like Spock
I’m finna set this shit off right now, this shit is not
I don’t need a cooling kit if I’m fin’ dump the Glock
I’ma turn you to a bloody angel, you is not
Yeah, uh, dub-double-O-D-Y, bitch, I’m him
I’m a fuckin’ goat and he just a tree limb
Yeah, I was really in the butcher house carvin’ skin
Yeah, this boy just a poser, he ain’t touch a fuckin’ hymn
Yeah, you gettin’ bodied on a cute beat
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ – by a singin’ athlete
Alright, I’m – I’m fuckin’ done, bro
This is probably the dumbest beef in the history of rap music
Fuckin’…
And my man served you fifty fake 30s, those were fake
You so fuckin’ stupid, you can’t even tell a fake
Why’d you trust a soul in this game? It’s all fake
I been smoking weed, good for health, bitch, it’s great
Hit them with the fentanyl