One Of Mine

(альбом: Ketha Son - 2019)

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Shit crazy
If you a Spider, then you one of mine
You a Spider, then you one of mine
On all eighty
Need like a helmet and shit, nigga
Believe that
You can't just, um...
Got shit on, gunpowder
Blood, sweat, and tears, all that

If you a Spider, then you one of mine
It ever come a time that you dumping yours
I come and swerve and I'm dumping mine
Hit up his curb, left it hotter than the summertime
I got that chopper, spitting lava on the front line
And this shit crazy
They took my nigga, we gon' blitz shit daily (24/7, 365)
And I'm sticked up daily
Tell mama she gon' miss her baby

Bodies dropping, buku tears, it'll fuck you up
Grab that yopper, fuck that crying, nigga, suck it up
Now shoot 'em up, we want revenge like Pac
We got FN's, not Glocks, soon as a pin get dropped we pulling up
Hold the trigger 'til that bitch get light and click
Nigga acting like they pits, bury 'em in the backyard, Michael Vick
All-Madden, we gon' blitz, put him in a Backwood, now he lit
Ain't no motherfucking slime, nigga, this that Spider shit
In the streets with that iron, stepping, on some hiker shit
They be beefing online and we ain't with that typing shit
I rep that 3 like Iverson, my riflemen, them purple baby Vicodens
Worser than ISIS 'nem, bitch it's on sight with him

If you a Spider, then you one of mine
It ever come a time that you dumping yours
I come and swerve and I'm dumping mine
Hit up his curb, left it hotter than the summertime
I got that chopper, spitting an lava on the front line
And this shit crazy
They took my nigga, we gon' blitz shit daily (24/7, 365)
And I'm sticked up daily
Tell mama she gon' miss her baby

You niggas want a fucking war?
I'll give you a fucking war
Fuck a blitz, I got an eight-legged explosive I'ma send it
At a bitch ass nigga, and Hussein said that, you pussy

Fuck all that talking, end of discussion
Fuck giving warnings, we want destruction
Pull up on bitches, we upping
Like Precious, this shit ugly
Like pressure, shit be busting niggas' pipes
You ain't even out here clutching, that's them other niggas' pipes
Still hollering free that type (Free the gang)
I swear I miss Lil Casey
When he come home, watch how shit get crazy (Bitch, it's up)
Could give a damn what they say
Forever, I'ma stand on all eight legs

If you a Spider, then you one of mine
It ever come a time that you dumping yours
I come and swerve and I'm dumping mine
Hit up his curb, left it hotter than the summertime
I got that chopper, spitting lave on the front line
And this shit crazy
They took my nigga, we gon' blitz shit daily (24/7, 365)
And I'm sticked up daily
Tell mama she gon' miss her baby