PBS Kids

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I got a K with hundred rounds
Nigga hate just like a clown
I'm off a perk 'cause it put me down
You bottom tier nigga, sit down
You with yo' puppies and I'm with my hounds
Free my dogs straight out of the pound
Smokin' loud straight out of the pond
Dope, smokin' woods up on a boat
Nigga take me as a joke
She said she wanna touch me, I'm like no
Can't fuck with you 'cause you too broke
G2 instruments go blow
He just a lil' man, he not my bro
She hangin' on my dick just like a rope
Top tier, lil' nigga I'm a pro
I hop on the beat, I got it from Brent
I swear that I'm straight
But she got me bent
Are you talkin' to me, you don't got a set
It's lil' rino for the win (yeah)
I'm juggin' his presents like the Grinch
This 'K gon' do more than a pinch
Coach what is he doing, put him on the bench
She suckin' my dick, she suckin' it French
I get the lean from the CVS
He said I'm broke, then that's BS
He just a kid on PBS
Get that boy gone just like a pest
Get that boy gone just like the rest
Lil' Rino I'm up, I can never rest
I'm mixin' the drugs, up for a test
I'm clean as fuck, just like some zest
I'm hidin' the drugs up in the net
Look at my rank, nigga I'm the best
They gave me a xan and it was so pressed
I can't make her live, I wasn't impressed
She all in my live, she showin' her breasts
Wanna give me neck and I'm like yes
North face it ain't Guess
How much did I pay, could you guess?

Glock nineteen and it's surpressed
Fuckin' this bitch she give me access
He want some smoke, send the address
Gas got me lifted like a bench press
G star mix it with the Almost
Sippin' on lean eatin' french toast
Rino just scored it like way to go
I put the Raff on my bitch toes
Snakes in the grass so I gotta mow
Pockets on fat and your shit on low
I'm playin' that nigga like a banjo
I get that boy gone like it's nothin'
He said I'm a joke that boy must be bluffin'
I shoot precision, bitch I'm gettin' buckets
I'm pressin' these little niggas
Just like a button
I get the bands, yeah, by the dozen
I keep a 'K, yeah, like a Russian
Now he don't want smoke all of a sudden
Nigga keep playin', shooters gettin' summoned

A ban in a day, boy, it ain't nothin'
I'm rollin' the gas up in Russian
This bitch on my dick 'cause I'm buzzin'
We sippin' the Phat and he sippin' 'Tussin
I'm fuckin' his bitch, all he do is fuss
I'm tatted up like that nigga Gus
We in that big body, feel like a bus
This hoe ain't got safety, I'm finna bust

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