Test your might
Round 1
Fight
Nigga, you thought I wouldn't deliver
You ain't my brody, ain't my homie, ain't my nigga
Yeah, this brown liquor it been f*ckin' up my liver
I'm bringin' the pain, I'ma make him cry river
Hold on, wait a minute
Here for a while, I'm finna stay a minute
You a little bitch, I'm finna dog her, yeah, get way up in it
On your block, I heard you poppin' shit, I finna pay a visit
A pool of blood, have you layin' in it
Bitch, you actin' like you didn't, but you know now
Anytime we hit the spot, you know it's finna go down
Bitches poppin' pussy, shakin' ass, I told her, slow down
Man, your bitch get taken anytime you bring that hoe round me
Man, you don't know me, but I bet you sure they know about me
When they ask about you, bet you sure they say you nobody
Man, them niggas that you with ain't killers, they got no bodies
Every nigga that I'm with be drillin', they gon' go bout me
Flawless victory
Round 2
Fight
Look, nigga, we Up
On the motherf*ckin' scoreboard
Nigga built this shit from ground up, even the floorboards
Tell them, broke, boys, keep it calm, don't make no noise
Cause every time I'm round this, bitch, your shorty's gettin' so moist
I'm dunkin' on you niggas like I'm Tatum, nigga
Get to the money so them pussy boys be hatin', nigga
You ain't from the streets, I can't relate to niggas
And I was taught to make the money, man, that money never made a nigga
Your shorty and his bitch is gettin' naked
Shoutout to them niggas who had said I wouldn't make it
Pull up in that Cybertruck, that shit look like a spaceship
Niggas keep on bitin' us, I'm runnin' out of patience
Hold up, this shit I'm comin' with gon' run a nation
You niggas think you runnin' shit, somebody must've laced him
You was at the station, giving information
They was buildin' cases but really couldn't trace em
Test your luck, final round, fight
Yeah, this shit slap, so bring it back
And shut the f*ck up before I hit you with the gat
Only real hitters and some drillers at the trap
Won't catch em' on no internet, won't see em' in the chat
Got my shit up, nigga, they let me build up, nigga
I'll push up on you, never did a sit-up, nigga
I do drop-offs, pull-ups, and pick-ups, nigga
Got banks like the boy, name was Phillip, nigga
Man, that shit'll never end
Half them pussies that be comin' round
Swear to God, man, them niggas all pretend
Watch me skirt off in the Benz
When I hit the curb, I be shittin' on you bitches
Like a nigga wear depends, huh
And when you see me, only thing you get's the middle finger
Man, I been thuggin' round here since I was a lil' nigga
You ain't gettin' money, ain't no way a nigga chillin' with ya
Don't hit my phone cause I ain't dealin' with ya, no
Just hit my line if you try and get a quote
I'm rollin' with some niggas who can get it off the boat
And they be f*ckin' with me cause the nigga give em' hope
You keep on movin' shady, I'ma put you in the scope
You a lil' bitch, you shorty comin' through to give da throat
We pull up in the Lamb, but you know that boy the goat
She swear that she a stallion, I made her drive the boat
She say that you a fan, but that's on another note
Lil' nigga, I got her shakin' ass up in the deli
And nigga, we done had it since them BB belts and Peli's
My hitters push yo top like my niggas playin' Skelly
And then we take ya bitch, treat her like im aquinelli
Flawless victory
Finish him
Fatality
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Test your might
Round 1
Fight
Nigga, you thought I wouldn't deliver
You ain't my brody, ain't my homie, ain't my nigga
Yeah, this brown liquor it been f*ckin' up my liver
I'm bringin' the pain, I'ma make him cry river
Hold on, wait a minute
Here for a while, I'm finna stay a minute
You a little bitch, I'm finna dog her, yeah, get way up in it
On your block, I heard you poppin' shit, I finna pay a visit
A pool of blood, have you layin' in it
Bitch, you actin' like you didn't, but you know now
Anytime we hit the spot, you know it's finna go down
Bitches poppin' pussy, shakin' ass, I told her, slow down
Man, your bitch get taken anytime you bring that hoe round me
Man, you don't know me, but I bet you sure they know about me
When they ask about you, bet you sure they say you nobody
Man, them niggas that you with ain't killers, they got no bodies
Every nigga that I'm with be drillin', they gon' go bout me
Flawless victory
Round 2
Fight
Look, nigga, we Up
On the motherf*ckin' scoreboard
Nigga built this shit from ground up, even the floorboards
Tell them, broke, boys, keep it calm, don't make no noise
Cause every time I'm round this, bitch, your shorty's gettin' so moist
I'm dunkin' on you niggas like I'm Tatum, nigga
Get to the money so them pussy boys be hatin', nigga
You ain't from the streets, I can't relate to niggas
And I was taught to make the money, man, that money never made a nigga
Your shorty and his bitch is gettin' naked
Shoutout to them niggas who had said I wouldn't make it
Pull up in that Cybertruck, that shit look like a spaceship
Niggas keep on bitin' us, I'm runnin' out of patience
Hold up, this shit I'm comin' with gon' run a nation
You niggas think you runnin' shit, somebody must've laced him
You was at the station, giving information
They was buildin' cases but really couldn't trace em
Test your luck, final round, fight
Yeah, this shit slap, so bring it back
And shut the f*ck up before I hit you with the gat
Only real hitters and some drillers at the trap
Won't catch em' on no internet, won't see em' in the chat
Got my shit up, nigga, they let me build up, nigga
I'll push up on you, never did a sit-up, nigga
I do drop-offs, pull-ups, and pick-ups, nigga
Got banks like the boy, name was Phillip, nigga
Man, that shit'll never end
Half them pussies that be comin' round
Swear to God, man, them niggas all pretend
Watch me skirt off in the Benz
When I hit the curb, I be shittin' on you bitches
Like a nigga wear depends, huh
And when you see me, only thing you get's the middle finger
Man, I been thuggin' round here since I was a lil' nigga
You ain't gettin' money, ain't no way a nigga chillin' with ya
Don't hit my phone cause I ain't dealin' with ya, no
Just hit my line if you try and get a quote
I'm rollin' with some niggas who can get it off the boat
And they be f*ckin' with me cause the nigga give em' hope
You keep on movin' shady, I'ma put you in the scope
You a lil' bitch, you shorty comin' through to give da throat
We pull up in the Lamb, but you know that boy the goat
She swear that she a stallion, I made her drive the boat
She say that you a fan, but that's on another note
Lil' nigga, I got her shakin' ass up in the deli
And nigga, we done had it since them BB belts and Peli's
My hitters push yo top like my niggas playin' Skelly
And then we take ya bitch, treat her like im aquinelli
Flawless victory
Finish him
Fatality
Round 1
Fight
Nigga, you thought I wouldn't deliver
You ain't my brody, ain't my homie, ain't my nigga
Yeah, this brown liquor it been f*ckin' up my liver
I'm bringin' the pain, I'ma make him cry river
Hold on, wait a minute
Here for a while, I'm finna stay a minute
You a little bitch, I'm finna dog her, yeah, get way up in it
On your block, I heard you poppin' shit, I finna pay a visit
A pool of blood, have you layin' in it
Bitch, you actin' like you didn't, but you know now
Anytime we hit the spot, you know it's finna go down
Bitches poppin' pussy, shakin' ass, I told her, slow down
Man, your bitch get taken anytime you bring that hoe round me
Man, you don't know me, but I bet you sure they know about me
When they ask about you, bet you sure they say you nobody
Man, them niggas that you with ain't killers, they got no bodies
Every nigga that I'm with be drillin', they gon' go bout me
Flawless victory
Round 2
Fight
Look, nigga, we Up
On the motherf*ckin' scoreboard
Nigga built this shit from ground up, even the floorboards
Tell them, broke, boys, keep it calm, don't make no noise
Cause every time I'm round this, bitch, your shorty's gettin' so moist
I'm dunkin' on you niggas like I'm Tatum, nigga
Get to the money so them pussy boys be hatin', nigga
You ain't from the streets, I can't relate to niggas
And I was taught to make the money, man, that money never made a nigga
Your shorty and his bitch is gettin' naked
Shoutout to them niggas who had said I wouldn't make it
Pull up in that Cybertruck, that shit look like a spaceship
Niggas keep on bitin' us, I'm runnin' out of patience
Hold up, this shit I'm comin' with gon' run a nation
You niggas think you runnin' shit, somebody must've laced him
You was at the station, giving information
They was buildin' cases but really couldn't trace em
Test your luck, final round, fight
Yeah, this shit slap, so bring it back
And shut the f*ck up before I hit you with the gat
Only real hitters and some drillers at the trap
Won't catch em' on no internet, won't see em' in the chat
Got my shit up, nigga, they let me build up, nigga
I'll push up on you, never did a sit-up, nigga
I do drop-offs, pull-ups, and pick-ups, nigga
Got banks like the boy, name was Phillip, nigga
Man, that shit'll never end
Half them pussies that be comin' round
Swear to God, man, them niggas all pretend
Watch me skirt off in the Benz
When I hit the curb, I be shittin' on you bitches
Like a nigga wear depends, huh
And when you see me, only thing you get's the middle finger
Man, I been thuggin' round here since I was a lil' nigga
You ain't gettin' money, ain't no way a nigga chillin' with ya
Don't hit my phone cause I ain't dealin' with ya, no
Just hit my line if you try and get a quote
I'm rollin' with some niggas who can get it off the boat
And they be f*ckin' with me cause the nigga give em' hope
You keep on movin' shady, I'ma put you in the scope
You a lil' bitch, you shorty comin' through to give da throat
We pull up in the Lamb, but you know that boy the goat
She swear that she a stallion, I made her drive the boat
She say that you a fan, but that's on another note
Lil' nigga, I got her shakin' ass up in the deli
And nigga, we done had it since them BB belts and Peli's
My hitters push yo top like my niggas playin' Skelly
And then we take ya bitch, treat her like im aquinelli
Flawless victory
Finish him
Fatality
Writer: Kishin Archibald
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