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threw subs 2 / comeback - 540 lyrics

[verse]
if he wants smoke, i’m f*cking him up
f*ggot ass n*gga really wanna talk?
k!ll yourself, n*gga you suck
you’re egoing me, but you ain’t going up
how’s this n*gga talking ’bout f*cking my mom?
i guess you don’t like men, b*tch, you lied
n*gga wants smoke with me? i’ll make him cry
and let’s talk ’bout lil’ jt
that n*gga’s a b*tch, and he ain’t gripping heat
put it on my life, knock him off his feet
you n*ggas are lame, tryna sh*t on me
and not to mention, man you n*ggas is sweet
if i catch m4ri, he better have cleats
i’m ending you n*ggas like “xyz”
you n*ggas is dirty like std—
you n*ggas is dirty like std, like sh*t
don’t like none of you black n*ggas on my d*ck
fat ass n*gga needs to really get fit
’cause when i see him, b*tch i’m throwing my hits
p*ssy n*gga, you ain’t uppin’ a grip
these n*ggas see me going up, and they b*tch
lil’ n*gga better go make them hot pockets
punch a n*gga in his eye socket
i ain’t ever call you sayin’ i’ma k!ll myself, b*tch you called me first
ho ass n*ggas just ride, and flirt
word to my life, all you n*ggas dirt
i give a f*ck about a f*cking shirt
put ’em on a banner, and turn ’em to some merch
you n*ggas lame, n*ggas b*tt hurt
beat hard as f*ck, shoutout 40 perc
yeah, it’s 540 with perc40, yeah, that’s two 40s to yo’ f*cking face
if a n*gga wants smoke, pull up to the place
like i said n*gga, pull up to my estate
f*ck where you from, n*gga f*ck yo’ state
n*ggas p*ssy, n*ggas talkin’ they hate
ha, what did marrgielaa say?
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas ’cause n*ggas be gay
vasto talkin’ sh*t? it’s not sh*t to talk about
shoot that b*tch up, and we roll out like some autobots
smoke a n*gga in a motherf*cking parking lot, all because that n*gga just wanna talk a lot
you is a npc up in a battle bus
said that you wit’ the sh*ts, b*tch you was never tough
n*gga try to run up on me, he outta luck
f*ggot n*gga needs to drop the f*cking floor
double cup, it’s full of ice, i’ma pour a 4
ha, what did i say? i don’t know
you need to k!ll yourself ’cause your life a joke
said i’m finna quit, but i ain’t finna go
yeah, how much—
nope, turn that f*cking f*ggot music off
man, that’s on my life, you n*ggas knockoffs
and i’ll hit these n*ggas with the sawed off
yeah, yeah, swear these lil’ n*ggas p*ssy
hold up, you gay, so i say you bussy
b*tch, i’m a pro, all you n*ggas rookies
droppin’ a diss, do you want a cookie?
thought he was tough, n*gga thought he shook me
you is a goofy n*gga, said “whoopsie”
y’all not wit’ the sh*ts, y’all just raw bologna
like 1oneam said, all these n*ggas phony
you said i’m a f*ggot, but you just a dyk*
didn’t your grandmother lose her life?
like, old b*tch lost her life
stupid ass diss, that sh*t needs a strike
i give a f*ck about what these n*ggas finna say
all my life i’ve been dealin’ wit’ fakes
now makin’ money, then get out my way

- 540 lyrics

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