If you going mad, it ain't so hard.
If you going mad, it ain't so hard.
And I'm on the beat with murder.
So it's not nice.
It's a red dot in your window when you go to sleep.
It's thinner than a fucking pillow.
We'll see you next time.
Outro Music
Ain't no reminiscence.
Okay, yeah, that's my degree.
I'm bloody and yes, I got my degree.
That mean I got knowledge.
Got niggas who killin' and really got bodies.
Been by all that violence, little dick.
Okay, buy that lil' bitch, lil' bitch Go pop you a mile, lil' bitch, lil' hoe You say that you with it, I hope that you with it I hope that you got it, lil' bitch
Okay, yeah, you got it, lil' bitch.
I see it, I spot it, lil' bitch.
I'm all in the tree with the stick.
Melon koala, lil' bitch.
Swallow the bitch like a demon or something.
You know what it is.
And she swallowing all of my semen or something.
I think that's a dope thing to have, my kid.
It's a red dot in your window when you go to sleep.
But it's thin, though, nigga.
Softer than a fucking pillow by Temple Peter.
That's super soft.
You want to eat on a dick?
Yeah.
If you wanna go, it'll split.
On that Sunday, fuck that banana split.
Pop out the coupe with the Grizzly.
Melly gon' fuck on your bitch.
We'll see you next time.
Ripping the white in the kitchen.
Ain't no reminiscence.
There you go.
Murder is the hardest.
If you call it murder, it's a homicide.
Murder on a beat is a homicide.
I'ma keep speaking the fact niggas be trying to compete with the net
Crouch on my arm when I pop me a cent Murder on the beat, don't get murdered for that Melly be his case, I'ma say him legit
I had to rob to get out of debt.
You know what my killers will do for the check.
I seen him shoot and I'm not too impressed.
Now who involved today?
Them news won't call away.
Get ahead of my car today.
But damn it, I'm Cartier.
I really do what I want.
Rap this, that before the summer.
It ain't period, no, I really want it.
Niggas hoes call it what you call it.
Murder on the beat.
Draco in the front.
There's a murder on the seat.
Call it what you want.
Crack me when I'm wrong.
Fold them dead and gone.
Knowing diamonds on the song.
Fought them, did them wrong.
Yeah, yeah.
Bitch wanna eat on the dick.
Bitch wanna go hit a split.
On that Sunday, fuck that banana split.
How about the coupe with the gizzy?
Man, they gon' fuck on your bitch.
We'll be right back.
Ain't no reminiscence.
Ain't no reminiscence.
Ain't no puffin' cheese in here.
Why are you winning?
And this is only the beginning, baby.
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