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keef in my pocket - kissgrief lyrics

[chorus]
why the f*ck you talk sh*t through a phone
b*tch better stop that texting
imma pull up to that boy home
told the f*ck boy stop testing
imma cut that b*tch up
imma cook me some steak
rip out his intestines
that boy he riding the wave
he tryna be me but he can’t be the bestest

[verse]
imma hit him with the glock 19 or hit em with the smith & wesson
im serving crack to all these feens im serving crack to your best friend
im makin money yeah im making green im makin all this cheeder
he run up on tryna cause a scene you know my boys had to check him
im makin this money yo money ain’t nothing
you can’t get a b*tch why why f*cking your cousin
i keep me a stick but im not even russian
i keep me a stick that b*tch thought i was drumming
my b*tch is a dummy i think she off somethin
i wrap up my money like mummy and bodys
i dont give a f*ck bout that b*tch she a thottie
i keep me a tommy the size of my bodys
i got me 2 bodys i got me 3 bodys
im not talking s*x when im talking bout bodys
im takin narcotics im smoking exotic
i go to a show off a perc in the mosh pit
b*tch stop all the talking
b*tch stop all the flawking
im aiming this glock and i really will pop it
im aiming this glock hit his top of the top end
i met his thot and that b*tch get to topping
i got these pills lil b*tch i will pop them
i saw the opps lil b*tch i will pop them
cut off my ex that hoe call me toxic
taking this x end up in a coffin
taking your life end up where rocks is
6 feet deep thats where that boy rotting
you can’t compete im batman u robin
ricks on my feet you know i just copped them

- kissgrief lyrics

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