Check out the artist page.
Stream all 11 songs for free.
Lyrics
Well honestly I felt guilty, that shit killed me
Now I have to smack a bitch and her name is filthy
Its funny how this lil G tryin to get more ill than me
I step over ya status and piss on ya rap ability
Now ya feelin me, make it worse than a story then
Take you to a place where no men will explore again
Drop harder punchlines than even scorpion
Ship ya ass back to china to find my origin
You’re beneath my level, not even worth my time
I bought it at the dollar store, beneath the dirt and that grime
I’ll be standing when you peel off to hurt ya grind
Believe you’re my holla-fronts very first inline
Screen to ya back, pierce it like the Boston Celtics
Buy some new speakers, its often melted
Im not selfish, willing to share diseases
Spit ill, and I’ll let you take care of jeesus
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.
