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๐Ÿ‘ค SAPPHIRE โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Ar-15 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:37
๐ŸŽต 2738 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:37 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 11611181

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Upset, nigga, want it? He get bust at
Pussy tell me, who the fuck want it with Yung Flex?
Talk, text, spin his block just like a cassette
I'ma do something drastic that he won't forget
Niggas talk shit, bitch, I'm killing your idols
I light up his crib, bitch, I ain't finna fight him
I feel like Sub-Zero, I rip out his spine
I pull out my blade and I'm 'bout to go psycho
My AR-15 is a hell of a rifle
'Fore I load up my clip and I spin 'em like vinyl
You ain't killin' me bitch, you spitting that [?]
Might kill all my opps so I ain't got rivals, ayy
Toe tag, boy, you pussy and I know that
The way you stepping got me asking where the poles at
P-P-Pumpin' on a shotty it's gon' blow back
Pussy want that heat? Then I'ma smoke him like a whole fag
Bang-bang, bitch, I'm upset
No sweat, fuck that mindset
SAPPHIRE, YUNG FLEX, we up next
All these pussies soft [?], like screaming are we there yet?
Dance like you a marionette
Controlling your moves, laugh for me (Ha-ha-ha)
Play your ass like a slutty cassette
Then we're ready to bone, make a bitch do (Woo)
My guy got demons and cute little pistol
You fuck with my army, pull up shooting missiles
Throw your ass in detention, no dismissal
Pull up to the function, we ain't acting civil
Fuck a bitch while your ass at Church
On FaceTime [?] hurts when the shit don't work
I'm amazed at how they faze through all these words
Exacerbate in DMs, must be urge
Fuckin' on a bitch and she be suckin' on my dick
And then I'm cumming on her tits and then I tell her "Fuck off cunt"
Feel like God how I'm going six for six
'Bout to nuke your home town so I can get my [?]
I can't condone this, the finest opponents
My rhymes got so dope they like
"Sapphire, what the fuck man, you wrote this?"
Gotta bunk, homeless, I'm boning you boneless, I'm Caesar, you Roman
I live in the moment and hear all you talking shit
But what the fuck does it matter? It's chatter
No chowder, your words got no power
You find success in the darkness places, my light's lost its power
I'll shatter yo' jaw, spray brain matter on ya
That was a pretty solid line
That line is gold right there
It took a lot of thought but
The more I think about it the worse this rap gets
Upset, nigga, want it? He get bust at
Pussy tell me, who the fuck want it with Yung Flex?
Talk, text, spin his block just like a cassette
I'ma do something drastic that he won't forget
Niggas talk shit, bitch, I'm killing your idols
I light up his crib, bitch, I ain't finna fight him
I feel like Sub-Zero, I rip out his spine
I pull out my blade and I'm 'bout to go psycho
My AR-15 is a hell of a rifle
'Fore I load up my clip and I spin 'em like vinyl
You ain't killin' me bitch, you spitting that [?]
Might kill-
Stop it you're going too hard

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