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on point - bunnabcf lyrics

[intro]
brrt
(hey f*ck you man)
brrt
shiesty’d up, i’m in your trenches, fully ducker, it’s a problem (n*gga)
(who do i trust?)
brrrrt

[chorus]
shiesty’d up, i’m in your trenches, fully ducker, it’s a problem
kit, shape, clip with a switch on the glock and release them hot ones
i’m turnt up, stuck in the life ’cause you know i get the job done
and my youngins still camping the bush, you don’t wanna hit the trap tryna get your own [?]

[verse 1]
where you going? you know you can’t run
your wheels get boxed [?] guns
wanna talk on my name, are you dumb?
louie bag, guns zipped, that’s how your n*ggas get done
rat boy rat on my dogs, now you slumped
b*tch ass n*gga got nosed, hit his gun
talking about created this and creatеd that, b*tch, we the ones crеating packs
i’m so creepy, i walk in my mask
you, you’re a hoe and your head will get tapped
full auto my glitch, i slam in the hassle
skinny the bullets go right through the man
f*ck you kid, why you try to move like you tough?
i ain’t never heard of you b*tch
skinny lil ‘mali boy look like a roach
you can get stepped on too like a insect
quick slide, jump up, burn up his skin
i’m a f*cked up guy with a compact b*tch
lo’ sh*t, got blitz on the knock on the tip
i get live, lil’ boy you’re a b*tch
park up the wheels on the k boy lifts
swap out and we burn up the k boy crib
just got soft [?] so we on it
try to leave that boy in a ditch
[verse 2]
n*ggas don’t step, i know that rappin’ is cap
all of these n*ggas are b*tch, i put the beam to his neck
if he duck in a glizz then i’m probably gon’ peel off his wig
let me just focus my aim, tighten my grip
both hands how dump out the clip
and i’m still working my case, caught l!cking my p.o
you are not safe n*ggas still getin’ hit
like i’m trying to see something fly
b*tch n*gga steppin’, this b*tch ass boy gonna die
i got a fifth gen glock with a switch on the back, take a clip and i’m trying to go slide
i go like (hawk tuah), slap to a b*tch n*gga face ’cause he know he don’t ride
and i be tweaking on roads and the knocks on my waist so pressed cause i’m not on time
man call me vip, my skits from the sides, your main, hoe let me cum on her thighs
oh i’m out my bid or it’s me and the guys
your roads get flipped, how we come for the rides
they don’t even be on the road
this sh*t n*gga say is all i hop out and they hide
i’m in your trench right now, on a opp block, fit ski’d up, try to see something die
mad, f*ck that, i’m f*cking this hoe
me, i’m a snake, so i come for your throat
kid, you’re a b*tch, you don’t step for your bros
they call me demon, come for your soul
my, lil’ homie camp at your home
i’m so lava, don’t talk on the phone
that n*gga a b*tch, he can’t drill on his own
me, i get the free car, spin it alone
[chorus]
shiesty’d up, i’m in your trenches, fully ducker, it’s a problem
kit, shape, clip with a switch on the glock and release them hot ones
i’m turnt up, stuck in the life ’cause you know i get the job done
and my youngins still camping the bush, you don’t wanna hit the trap tryna get your own [?]

[outro]
i said not a word, it means all lips sealed
and it’s all rats dead, how i step, if you say too much you gurked with a steel
no, i don’t really give me a f*ck if the opp boys hurt, n*gga, f*ck how they feel
big mac, large fries, and a coke really all that it took for that n*gga to squeal (brrt)
rat boy, rat boy, rat

- bunnabcf lyrics

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