7300 - im fine! :) lyrics
[7300 - im fine! : lyrics]
Dat lil bitch all on my brat now
Brra buh buh bow brr
Lame ass nigga get gunned down uhh
I got dis rap shit on lock down
These niggas can’t even mix up they syllables
Chop hit his ass now dat boy look invisible
Critical i load my 9 up wit criticals
35 of shroomies nigga seeing visuals
Y’all niggas pussy all my niggas criminals
Dick in her mouth dat
Bitch eating my genitals
General nigga i feel like a general general
Emo bitch playing wit minerals
Fuck being coo wit u nigga i’m cynical
Drake wit a knife line em
Up bitch im trimming him uhh
Brrr uhh
Ima combat em glizzy it splatt em
Bullets they bullets they rattle
Take off his head he can’t fathom
Geeked up gang pour a deuce ina snapple
Uhh uhh i’m ready for battlе
Frown on my face i ain’t wearing no smile
Alligator tеars thick skin crocodile
Gun dat boy down they sick west nile
Heart cold as fuck heart cold like ohio
Bape from japan vintage from hokkaido
Stick long as fuck dis bitch look like aisle
Glizzy fix errors don’t give me a trial
Swear dat i miss u but is u worthwhile
Not my slimesita bitch turned to a rival
Real right grinch better check my profile
Heart closed off cuz these bitches futile
Swear to god shit ain da same it’s different
I been da same bitch u actin different
U da reason i ball hard like a piston
Bad lil grinch bitch swear dat i miss her
I put water on u like a pfister
I bought us chrome n u say fuck me
Heart broke sippin lean like i’m lucki
Big slimeball baby don’t trust me
Uhh play for da sack like it’s rugby
Uhh switch my demeanor
Dumb bitch giving me matta my feet up
Never get cold cuz i slide wit a heater
Cakey da cake man spin like a egg beater
Uhh
Swear to god shit ain da same it’s different
I been da same bitch u actin different
U da reason i ball hard like piston
Switching da gears like a transmission
Couldn't see eye to eye tunnel vision
Trisha n keisha freed my heart from prison
Shit been different since u been missing
Uhh switch my demeanor
Uhh uhh sticked up like jeter
Dog like brian pockets fat like peter
I miss dat bitch but i swear i don’t need her
Bread walk i paid a buck for these sneakers
He got a fye but i’m sending heat seekers
Learned how to ball cus i
Watched from da bleachers
Niggas be hating keep a 9 millimeter
4 of da wok keep my drank in da freezer
Boy u a puppet i’m calling him skeeter
Withdrawal i get da script from a geezer
My bitch not grinching i swear ima leave her