Victim Lyrics – BIG ISSUE
Singer: BIG ISSUE
Title: Victim
All that capping in them captions
Make me pull up on your boy
He ant bout it he don’t want no static
Go f*** off on cloy
I remember this little b****
Tried to set me up from Illinois
All these n**** out here tongue wrassling
Ant with that back and forth
Make me pull up with this 223
And brake your spinal cord
All these n**** out here
Leaching claiming that they trigga squeezing
Just because you got grazed by a bullet
That don’t mean that you a gangster
Just because you got a kudda
That don’t mean that it ah save you
That don’t mean that you ah stank him
If he run up then you facе him
All these b***** need to cop a glizzy
And go put up that taser
I know I’m gon tasе you with this b****
Cus it come with a lazer
Make me pull up on yo block
Delete you what how I erase you
Make you catch a hart attack
When 223’s rip through your tissue
They know that I’m Diego
When I pull up what’s the issue
Make me solve a problem with this dirty
Choppa watch how I zip him
Creep up on you late night
Make me smash the victim
Tap the trigga several times
I’m tryna x you out the picture
When we meet up , up in public
Don’t be scared when I approach you
Got to watch your back your closes friend
Could be a cobra
I can’t let a n#gg# snake me out
And put me on a poster
I been clutching on this glizzy
This b**** hotter than a toaster
When I creep up on you with this glizzy
Ima make show she stroke you
This a super soker
P*** n**** You don’t want that problem
Thought that I had told you
YNBA be the gang hold team full Of souljias
All that capping in them captions
Make me pull up on your boy
He ant bout it he don’t want no static
Go f*** off on cloy
I remember this little b****
Tried to set me up from Illinois
All these n**** out here tongue wrassling
Ant with that back and forth
Riding with a b**** ion know her race
I think she blasian
I got mob ties
My plug from Florida he a real Haitian
All he do is send white now
Im starting to think he racist
Feds get behind this coupe
And watch how I’m gone get to racing
Smoking on trees like a
Dread head call me a Jamaican
7.62’s out the chopper
Plus it came equipped with a laser
n#gg#s talking like they with it
Whole time they just a faker
Run u down with this taurus
You might think im undertaker
Im a youngan out that 4
That’ll send u to yo maker
Tell them hoes get off my d***
Cause they see im in my bag
B4 I turn 21 I’m tryna get up in that jag
Getting bandz in my pocket y u think I gotta sag
All that capping in them captions
Make me pull up on your boy
He ant bout it he don’t want no static
Go f*** off on cloy
I remember this little b****
Tried to set me up from Illinois
All these n**** out here tongue wrassling
Ant with that back and forth
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