Verbal Abuse

[Intro]
(Hulsee, mhmm)
(CW, what's the move, man?)
I get round and mops get strangled
Why you think they almost got peeled like a capsule?
Slim ain't done shit on the top
Dopey ain't done shit on the top
Speng ain't done shit on the top
Setting yourself up online for the views

[Verse]
They talk "Local shops", please let that go
Man made a career of a arm-shot
Oh shi, it's **** cutting again
It's like the third time gang made him dart off
Death got chinged and screamed like a bitch in front of his bitch, only right he had to bark off
The fans wanna hear me talk my shit, so let me start off and say they ain't on narda
I'm a victim of verbal abuse
Obtuse or acute, what's really the angle?
I get round and mops get strangled
Why you think they almost got peeled like a capsule?
And I swear ST got fried that day
But they're gonna downplay like the works ain't factual (You know)
They wanna know how we talk on ***
The botts jammed on him before his egg got scrambled
Talk on Tim so anything goes
You don't earn stripes for running man down
He try approach me, then bro took his soul
Four K's up but didn't kill ****
All it took was one kitch, now there's tents on the road, (Let's go)
Deijaurn ain't done shit on the Trees
But just mention me 'cah we made him walk home
Deep down he wants to be lil bro
Keep my circle tight, don't ask me bout neeks
Might aswell be a opp, fuck KB (catty)
Your dead friend got chinged on the bus
That's before you punks got involved in the beef
Love talk on my blade but I'm the one who glees, (Bow bow bow)
They say my block ain't on nun
But it's chest aches when I spill all the beans
Man get cake and still bang on your team
Bunny or Msav, drill it
Strikes on the wheel but he'll hop out too
And any opp YR grabs
Just know his 17's going all the way through, (ying ying)
Grind and stack eliminate utes
I'm a sweetheart to my miss
But she don't even know I try blow him out his shoes
*** got bun even though he was cool
Slim ain't done shit on the Too
Dopey ain't done shit on the Top
Speng ain't done shit on the Top
Settle yourself, stop lying for the views
*** got chinged on the Top, got bun on the Top
JaySav got packed on the block
YK got done now the bus, gotta divert routes
Swing my door I ain't hanging out windows
Get up close, like nobody cut
Shawty gotta tell her go on her tiptoes
By the wall when I'm tumping it up
Never me get patted down at my own shoot and cutting out from affiliates (Ay, Lati)
16 with that rusty moss-berg
Menacing thoughts tryna boot from a minion
Fish Friday gang got down ****
Same day gang done a block party
And these pages need to chill on the profiles
Cah no one ain't put their hands on me
A lister I need that on my roster
Face card looking like JT
It all sounds good on the net
But do you even know who put Sav on a T?