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reticle - ljraeds lyrics

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[chorus]
i’m sick of the sh*t that i got
like a glock on my hip, sh*t, yeah
shootin’ my shot wit ha reticle
b*tches identical, glad that i hit, huh
don’t k!ll the book by the cover
i’m real undercover when down this sh*t, huh yuh
back wit the fit like tjay with fn
and i’m done like it’s fin, huh yeah
i’m sick of the sh*t that i got
like a glock on my hip, sh*t, yeah
shootin’ my shot wit ha reticle
b*tches identical, glad that i hit, huh
don’t k!ll the book by the cover
i’m real undercover when down this sh*t, huh yuh
back wit the fit like tjay with fn
and i’m done like it’s fin, huh yeah
i’m sick of the sh*t that i got
like a glock on my hip, sh*t, yeah
shootin’ my shot wit ha reticle
b*tches identical, glad that i hit, huh
don’t k!ll the book by the cover
i’m real undercover when down this sh*t, huh yuh
back wit the fit like tjay with fn
and i’m done like it’s fin, huh yeah
[verse]
aye, aye
back on the beat and i’m rappin’
and k!llin’ ’em
k!llin’ what?
what i mean is the beat, venom on
denim on, been awhile
swear to god, one day i’ma get my wave
so i’m on top
d*mn, flow so accurate
i can rate higher than an eight outta ten
ben 10 sh*t
why so aggressive, givin’ off tension
pulled me a baddie like i pulled a tendon
pun was intended
got the bed rockin’, sound like rockets
mattress bendin’
super suspension
finna talk sh*t little b*tch, finna give your ass
lunch detention
spit so fast on the mic like mick and ics rapid
bulletproof package
sh*t don’t make sense, but f*ck it when cents
in the pocket is in like i’m not average

[chorus]
i’m sick of the sh*t that i got
like a glock on my hip, sh*t, yeah
shootin’ my shot wit ha reticle
b*tches identical, glad that i hit, huh
don’t k!ll the book by the cover
i’m real undercover when down this sh*t, huh yuh
back wit the fit like tjay with fn
and i’m done like it’s fin, huh yeah
i’m sick of the sh*t that i got
like a glock on my hip, sh*t, yeah
shootin’ my shot wit ha reticle
b*tches identical, glad that i hit, huh
don’t k!ll the book by the cover
i’m real undercover when down this sh*t, huh yuh
back wit the fit like tjay with fn
and i’m done like it’s fin, huh yeah

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