CoWs

I fucking told you not to play this game. I told you on point with the aim. I told you to never kick while I’m down. Cuz when I get up imma grind you up fucking cow

Leaves fall in the autumn. Got all these bullets, now here comes my rocket. My daughters are gonna remember the things I taught them. I don’t toss tha Glock, i cock it. I don’t pussy out, I’ll pop it. Lil white Pontiac. Fucking bringing back. The genre of murder rap. I told you breaking my heart and causing a ton of drama. Made sure you were tight with my babymama. I told you that if you play these mind games and expect me to not get pissеd your all in my face. You just another footnote on thе page. Where I release the rage. Don’t worry about it’s just a business call I made. Cuz I gotta get paid. To talk about your name. And how now you don’t mean shit to me. Cuz I’ll be damned if you’ll keep living rent free. Welcome to real world bitch, crying damn such a pity. At least I didn’t say the strong r in the ghettos of cities where I’m not living

I fucking told you not to play this game. I told you on point with the aim. I told you to never kick while I’m down. Cuz when I get up imma grind you up fucking cow

Not my fault your body shaped like a yoga ball. Sorry I’m higher than an astronaut. I have such disdain, that I have to hear your name, when the seasons change, like license plates. So I guess, I’ll expect, this ex, to try and get, a goddamn check, at my expense. Can talk about the sex. But let me rebuttal. I know this is a struggle. I appreciate the hustle. But imma make you realize you fumbled. In a great guy, who late at night, when you came down would break your spine, and make it hard to walk, talk, and breathe easy that’s the bottom line. Don’t forget about the thought times, that I was so kind, the money I loaned to you about five times, then the last few times you came by. I paid you back. Cut the cap. Go hop on that married guy's nutsack. Just be sure to let him know, he don’t want smoke, cuz I have no control, lethal with bars you can say I explode, beast mode, I told yo ass hoe, I’m evil as fuck when you piss me off, and that I’ll end anyone with a song. Fuck what you thought, you fucking thot, go get shot, nice lil pop, with your own handgun. Okay I guess I’m done. Holy fuck. Adrenaline rush. Hot to the touch. So who wanna try me next, and push their luck

I fucking told you not to play this game. I told you on point with the aim. I told you to never kick while I’m down. Cuz when I get up imma grind you up fucking cow

Insults complete. Time to wash the dirt off the sheets. Cuz I warned you about me. Stupid lil bitch works at home depot. Thinking she’s cute with her TikTok reposts. Cock back no scope to aim just endless mags to reload. How come yo daddy was mad when yo momma was fucking on your boss. How come your step momma was from a mennonite family, guess that was a lost cause. Are you done trying to feel like you are the victim now? Are you done texting and driving and getting pulled aside by the state boys. You let a minor practically lay on your bare chest, so you always been into little boys. Was that too much dirt to say, do you want me to kill the noise. Then let’s cut straight through the bullshit, cuz I’m just trying to make a point. So imma just spark up a joint. Get super high and laugh, that I went and tapped yo ass. Couldn’t eat you cuz you were acting fishy. Shut up with all that bitching. Cuz this lyrical bullet ain’t missing. Call me dead shot, cuz when I pop, you’ll drop, cuz all the dissing. I’m doing, is making you shake. So start to hit the gas, hit a tree cuz I cut ya brakes. I told you from day one that I hold no mercy for any enemy. Cuz I make them my bitch, laugh at them failing, cuz I’m a lyric deity

I fucking told you not to play this game. I told you on point with the aim. I told you to never kick while I’m down. Cuz when I get up imma grind you up fucking cow