Lyrics from Snippets

(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)

Should've been the intro to my last shit
Guess I'll call the outro the intro
True what they say, when you up, everybody your kinfolk
Zip 'em, we done touched more heads than clippers
Flex like a six pack, get your shit whacked, no missile
He like to lip box so the .40 bullets gon' kiss him
Bitch, he gon' be dead, it ain't no reason for me to diss him
Mention him so much they tried to put me up with Nico
I ain't got tatted ever since so I'm still screaming long live TO
Know thе headshot like a free throw
We hit thе range six times a week
Don't speak on upcoming if you don't mention my name whenever you speak
Say you fucked my bitch, that ain't my bitch no more, you lame, you probably geeked
Doing all that the type of shit that leave your brain up on the street
Bitch, stay in your lane, don't cross the street
I'ma bang, bitch, I don't beat
Think he insane 'til we take his brain and carve his name up on the streets
Bitch, I'm sicker than Eazy E
Ain't no thot ho leaving me