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[Intro: Fl.vco]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Fl.vco]
Bet no n*gga can't stand this tall (Ayy, ayy)
Run to the top and they watch me fall (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck me, man, I’ll f*ck you up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Held on the sword and I went hit your bro (Hit your bro)

[Verse 1: Eddison]
Had that b*tch like "Oh my god" (Oh my god)
f*ck me, how 'bout choppa f*ck you up? Ayy (Boom, boom)
He hit the n*gga, raise the bar (Raise the bar, ayy)
Ay, on tour, for these bars
And I turn up, gang, I'll break your f*cking stove
I put patches on my tees, on some broke sh*t
Double D, I still be on my f*cking my bullsh*t
b*tch, I got everything, while you got no sh*t

[Verse 2: Fl.vco]
I don’t wanna have any b*tch even if I have any (This part makes no sense)
I don't wanna have any b*tch even if I have any ([?])
I don't want no b*tches, I'ma pull up in a haggardy (They can't understand you)
I don't wanna pull up, b*tch, I gotta f*ckin rifle (Yo, shut the f*ck up)
(Ayy, ayy) On yo face, b*tch, I pull up in a— (raa raa)
Posted with that xans, b*tch, I feel like Peter Pan
I am without plans, I turn into dirty dan
Pull up on ya mans, leave his body in the sand
Drive the f*ck away, cuz I probly got the mazda (What is this?)
I thought him about to master [?] (What is this?)
I am one with the plaster [?]
This is one dipped in lava[?]
[Chorus: Fl.vco]
Bet no n*gga can't stand this tall (Ayy, ayy)
Run to the top and they watch me fall (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck me, man, I'll f*ck you up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Held on the sword and I went hit your bro (Hit your bro)

[Verse 3: Fl.vco]
He ain’t safe, no one safe ([?], n*gga)
Break the brakes, I might break
b*tch, I break up
Take his space, make him leave
b*tch, I strafe, b*tch, I strafe
n*gga, lame, he a lame
In the lane, b*tch I’m lame
With the gang, shoutout gang (I threw up)
b*tch, I bang, with the same [?]

[Outro: Fl.vco]
I don't wanna have any b*tch even if I have any (This part makes no sense)
I don’t wanna have any b*tch even if I have any ([?])
I don't want no b*tches, I'ma pull up in a haggardy (They can't understand you)
I don’t wanna pull up, b*tch, I gotta f*ckin rifle (What the f*ck? Ayy, ayy)