P.O.V

I hit your bitch last week, I heard y'all made up
You want a verse from yours? Truly, nigga, save up
Brody never miss a target, he got aim, bop
Bitches be so quick to fuck you when your name hop

They gon' be claiming you their brother when that rain stop
Touchin' him so we can hit the jewelry store and chain shop
She turned on like a light switch if your ice hit
That's why I fuck her once, then leave, I want night shit

Gettin' hot like airplanes, feel like B.O.B
It's the worst zone in my city, feel like C.O.D
Make your bitch get on her knees like I'm G.O.D
Recorder givin' head so she can see it from my P.O.V

When she see the gang, she gon' let her titties show
I can't wrestle with these niggas like Mysterio
Bro put a hold, lean you like a Cheerio
Take your bitch in Nike Tech, don't need a Mary's on

I got a killer here, send you down the way for free
My nigga Skip in the back, he servin' heavy peas
I catch you lurkin' through the flex, you gotta pay the fee
I see you lurkin' in the streets, you better tuck your heat

Nigga claimin' he a stepper, better watch his feet
I got two kids lookin' up, they count on me to eat
Remember growin' up, nigga, we ain't had heat
Now my youngins on them leaks, grabbin' fast shit

I put the switch on the Glock, I bet I never miss
We on they block every night, we ain't missin' shit
Bitches used to turn me down, now they ridin' dick
When I drop up with an M50 with the 10

If I walk inside the mall, say these hard, I'm walkin' out with him
Bro, he been in all of these corners, he got his Glock with him
I be beatin' all of these bitches, we droppin' cock in them
Got dog leanin, know he fucked up, boy, his got walkin

I been stackin' for the winner, I can't wait for when the summer come
Never lazy, send me on social, we got some jacks to run
Doggies finna throw him a test, when I say these jacks ain't comin
Niggas yellin' loud, Meek Millian until that Drakey come

They say, T, we know you from high school, you wasn't on that
Big nigga, one-handed quitter, niggas ain't want that
Every club down in Miami, we bringin' hoes back
Turn around after turn around, I'm bringin' pros back

Can't wait to touch an M, hop in that Lamb, you know I'm speedin
I ain't worried about the cops, the car ain't fast for no reason
Finna start back rappin' in my bag, it's my season
I say I got a problem, see the cash, I get the fiendin

I just hit a bitch, when I got done, hit up another bitch
When I got done, hit up her friend, I'm on some other shit
Told the bitch that she can't even come if she ain't suckin' dick
Told her she can't even take her time, no need for rushin

Yeah, bro, just bring them pounds through, hit her up for rounds
Two of them niggas ain't your match, you don't even know the niggas around you
You dressed bummy, ain't got clothes, the reason them hoes clown you
You a lil' nigga, can't handle no grown pussy, it'll drown you

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