[Verse 1: BROLY500!]
We-We ain't gonna have no stale mate in a cold war
Choppa with the blade and it's gonna rip him apart
Wa-way I be drivin' you would think a n***a a nascar
Choppa with the band and I oughta touchin' world war
Ha-had a salsa on my dick
Bih, ain't no world tour
You talk about my friends
A bitch, I'mma have to hurt
You gon die today
I'm not gonna die
I'mma have to kill you
You a nail through some wood
50 cal through yo hood
Staffey out in the mud
In the shadows lurkin' hard
Bitch I'm geekin' while indoor off the can I see a star
On the run with a goth, fuck 'round, bitch fast, ya
Uh, wuh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse 2: Heartbreak Wulf]
You n***as feel off, yuh
My n***as go off, aye
She say "Hurry, turn it on", yuh
Why they hate on me
I wish I really on
I wish I really wrong
I got my jewerly on
And I finna take off
(My n***as finna take off)
[Outro: Heartbreak Wulf, ?]
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Take off..