Cyber Bullies

Sheesh, I guess I'm back
Brought some guns with me
From tourin' in Iraq
Baghdad, trash bag, my money in Glad bags
I am Mr mosely, your bitch on my hashtag
Tell her let my nuts go, keep dollars on me
Creflo
Klepto, nutso, killers with me cutthroat
I don't wanna hear none of
Your ass poo butt songs
Drakeo man you dead wrong
Battle up with Kim Wan
My convo kimbo, your bitch is a nympho
Oh that's what you kill for
Be dead 'fore we switch songs
Graves will be pissed on
Drakeo when you get on?
Make another diss song and niggas
Will get spit on

First off I don't play fair, bro explain that
Two two three shells knockin' off Ray Bans
Find out where you stay fam, it's a stakeout
These cyberbullies gotta pay now
First off I don't play fair, bro explain that
Two two three shells knockin' off Ray Bans
Find out where you stay fam, it's a stakeout
These cyberbullies gotta pay now
We keep shells for cyberbullies
We keep shells for cyberbullies, nigga
We keep shells for cyberbullies
Nigga I done told you that nigga
We keep shells for cyberbullies

Niggas on crash tryna swerve in
My lane with that bucket
Run out of gas tryna keep up in this hundred
I skipped crawlin' and walkin'
Hit the game and got to bustin'
Fumbled on fourth
Man I should've just punted
Now I'm like fuck it, four five dirty bird
I'm duckin'
22nd thuggin', dope fiend riddles and budgets
You on these socials like your
Full name is Deontay Wilder or somethin'
Make sure your bitch ass that tough when
I see you up in public i ain't think so
4 AM, I seen you stumble into Nico's
I put the labby down, tucked the nickel
Then I Tito
Nine and oh in the hood, these hands is Debo
It's BLACK

Ayy, ayy, and we don't play fair
Your energy don't ever stay there
That chopper talkin' tough shit
And we been hustlin' since the daycare
From in the field, you shouldn't play there
I ain't here to hate on no nigga
Fuck a bitch by the fake hair
And I been makin' enemies, I don't make peers
Got it out the mud, got my name cleared
And it's still free Foreign, free Lil Snoopy
Why they ain't here?
Hundred round drum is when they change on us
Youngin never leave the house without
His thang on him
Hood politicians puttin' blame on him
Tell them niggas I ain't got no fame for 'em
Ain't no new recruit's
Ain't got no chains for 'em
Keep it real with all my bitches
Ain't got no game for 'em
Pull up on my exes, all my chains on
Hop out with that chopper
Get him cranked on, yeah

Drakeo The Ruler

Cyber Bullies

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