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Lady XO

Forreal

 

Forreal


Be forreal
Handle if it comes you know the drill
This like warzone on them sticks you gotta have that aiming skill
This a pressure pack them eighties don't go less than bout a bill
I be quick to turn shit up I'm getting dubs why would I chill?
Whipping shit when I be driving on the road to couple mil
Talk that shit like you be moving but you really staying still
Crop his ass outta the picture you was never in the field
Tryna finesse me out my hustle I ain't want that petty deal
Don't be lacking got em capping no this blick ain't shit for show
If you really want that static I been itching lemme know
Gon' be knocking on the door hello is anybody home?
They like Halloween a movie scene gon' dislocate his bones
They be creeping in all black that mask on it's a scary sight
Now you nervous breathing heavy turn em to that fight or flight
You can't see shit on that ring bitch we the ones go bump at night
And he never seen it coming Imma cut off all the lights
He be crazy off the pills that shit had turned him to a zombie
It's some shit you can't come back from he got demons in his body
I ain't even move my lips he seen my face we speak in silence
Baby know that Imma slide he say I'm fine he call me Bonnie
Never worried bout it catch em snoozing right at perfect timing
This a a, b conversation I ain't ask that bitch to chime in
Late night lurking Michael Myers on his ass you never hiding
Caught up at the light won't make it home they did him really grimey
Why you try to press the issue knowing damn well he a psycho
He look like he from Ohio what you doing in Chicago
Yeah go on and check it out his goofy ass won't see tomorrow
Picture paint a bitch with bare hands my new name gon' be Picasso
Hear them shots making em woozy they come straight from out the bottle
They ain't never felt remorse go head and put em in a coffin
Now his ass a horror story when they found him he was rotten
Bring that action over here I promise you a dead man walking

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