Correction Paroles Foe Minutes of Hell par Sada Baby

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(1WayKay, you went off on this b*t*h)
(Ayy, go 'head, Infinite)
Ayy, huh, huh

If he really got this sh*t, then he'd keep it with him, huh
He'd never hit you with the "It's gon' be a minute"
If he really cut from that cloth, you gon' see it in him, huh
He'll do it by himself, never need a n***a
Like if I really like that lil' b*t*h, she'll know it, huh
I'll hit your line, you won't never get ignored
Like when I get a new number, you'll already know it
If not, you just a thot I use for head, that pu**y spoiled
Hmm, b*t*h, stay in your place before I put you in it, huh
You can't put me in no box, but I'll put you in one
Huh, huh, I been on the block, b*t*h, I'm tryna spin one
Huh, get up, huh, we on bullsh*t
Dressed in all black, just left a funeral with a full clip
Baptized me a snake n***a in the pulpit
I be with my real family, f**k who you cool with
I be on some bullsh*t, brand new Prada boot, b*t*h, huh
With the whoops, huh, huh, not no bootlickers
We'll stomp a n***a like a Theta, ain't no frat, though
Quick to tell a b*t*h to see you later out the backdoor
You ain't never shot a thirty-eight for a thirty-six
I ain't talkin' 'bout a Rolex, b*t*h, we in the mix
Could give a f**k about a streaming check how I get in the kitchen
You ain't never turned a fourteen to a twenty-eight
With a mason jar, wire hanger, and a paper plate
Put the fresh grams in the Bullet, do not use a Bullet
Go get you a sifter, I can tell you, but won't demonstrate
You gon' need a razor blade, 'rona mask for your face
Whippin' Sternberger out in Green Bay, push the Jace
Get a whole thing for fifty racks if you sweet
I get that b*t*h for thirty-three 'cause it's me, huh
f**k it around and get it for my clip, that's a thirty
Be done copped two for sixty quick as hell and left early
b*t*h, you ain't never seen no oranges for the Bill Simmons
I'll turn a used car lot to a Benz business, huh
Whip a hoopty to a Bentley with your friends in it
She can't tell when I nut off Percs, but I did finish
Ho, don't get beside yourself
pu**y b*t*h try me in real life, gon' need God 'nem help
Don't let no Instagram DM be the reason you get melted
I ain't goin' for no weird sh*t you on, I can smell it
Huh, girl got a dirty mouth, clean it out with Orbit
Got this big b*t*h on my back like I'm Norbit
Hmm, tryna trap-trap 'til they put us on Forbis
Huh, I mean Forbes
Don't press my line, I'm kickin' down them doors
Huh, stash my money, try to find and get it
Kill you right in front your wife and children
I ain't playin' 'bout a damn thing that got to do with me and my living
Huh, gang keep making me drink water, think I passed my limit
I keep poppin' yercocets every time they ain't lookin'
Ayy, b*t*h, my soul cryin' for some help I ain't got
I still be on the same block like I can't stop
A million followers, but I can't leave the hood for name drops
Trustin' ho n***as only make me love my gang now
Hey, f**k your companionship
I can hardly stand this sh*t
You n***as be actin' out the randomest
I'm dealin' with damages
My life is scandalous
Can't no regular n***a handle any of these parameters
I indulge in drugs through all my endeavors
I be mindin' my business like naw, me ain't jealous
Don't even think about what other n***as doin' if they ain't the fellas
This that 50 Zone, 55, never let you slide sh*t
55, 50 Zone, shoot whoever you ridin' with
Huh, I lost Dukes and Han at the same time, huh
Look me in my eyes, see I ain't a liar
I'm in a race with the walking dead, tryna keep my stride, duh
Yeah, rest in peace to Lawrence, rest in peace to Andy, huh
I'ma keep it goin', the name of my family
Squeezin' on the styrofoam, won't never unhand it
Can't put the drank down, it taste like candy
Beat your b*t*h up, take her down while I'm listening to Brandy
I'm a big ape, beat my chest, not no chimpanzee
b*t*hes sit around talkin' 'bout me 'cause I got them panties
Hit once, get the neck a few times, then don't answer
Chain smoking cigarettes, stressin', like I want cancer
b*t*h, you ain't sh*t but a D-League pole dancer
Your OnlyFans seventy-five cents, free twice a week
I'm one Dem Franchize Boyz, I think she like me
Huh, poor b*t*h squirt stank, got it on my white tee
And your stomach loose as hell, tattoos cheap as well
Stretch marks lookin' like a whole bowl of oatmeal
You're used to sayin' that you used to f**k with me, switch the subject
Huh, back to you tough n***as
Huh, got a bopstick for the too tough n***as
Huh, one full clip kill two tough n***as
Got a Cartier Drac' for the new buff n***as
Huh, EDD run-ass n***as runnin' out of gas
'Cept for the ones that did it right, not stunt with the cash
All on the 'Gram flexin' sh*t, b*t*h, you need a hand
Huh, four minutes of hell on your, huh

Four minutes of whoop on your b*t*h ass
Huh, four minutes of whoop on your b*t*h ass
Gang, gang, gang, duh
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