​megatronreef lyrics

[Verse: 1 ​angelus]
b*tch, Glock with a beam, I do not talk to your gang or your team
She hitting my phone, yeah, that b*tch is a fiend
Your gang full of losers, and I am a queen
I am the n*gga, I'm running this sh*t
I wonder why n*ggas is always on di*k
I walk in the party, your b*tch want a flick
She texting me back, and now you wanna fight me?
You talking crazy, I'm taking it lightly
I do not f*ck with n*ggas [?]
Is she f*ckin' with lil' Megan? She might be
She texting my phone like, "I need you inside me"
You asked me to help, you saw that I'm declining
You're jealous of me, but I'm not even trying
You flopping, you flopping again and I'm crying
You down 'bout a b*tch, you don't know that I'm dying

[Verse 2: reefuh]
Hm, put motor oil in his lean
Locked his ass in a garage and start the car until he scream (Blaow)
b*tch, and now the twins gun clean
Hit Rodeo, killing white folks, won't make a murder scene (Ah, ah)
Yuh, slime real f*cked up in the head
Threw his body in a tank and let the toxins melt his flesh (Ah)
Held his hand, walk him to death
Run him down, Balenci' boots, until that b*tch ran out of breath
Ah, park the car on top his leg
Twin a vamp, had caught the b*tch and drank his blood out of a keg (Brr)
(b*tch, what up, hm, [?])