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[Pre-Chorus: gicc]
I-I-I-I got choppas we gon' turn him to an enemy-me
I-I don't f*ck with fake friends you not a friend of me
I-I've been sippin' off the woK off the Hennessy
I-I-I've been feelin f*ckin' sick i need a remedy

[Chorus: gicc]
I-It's so f*cked, I'm so stuck
I can't run, I-I'm so f*cked
Outta luck, keep a gun
Y-Y-You keep actin' like a lame, you are my son
I-I-I just see it all the same, I want it done

[Verse 1: 1crusafix]
(Ahh) I won't ever f*ckin' switch up
Call my phone, I'll always pick up
b*tches saying that they miss us
Don't know what they f*ckin' miss though
Talkin' sh*t, collect yo info
Red dot on his head just like a lil symbol
I got Glock inside of my pocket
My pistol Charlie Puth way that it pop sh*t
Talkin' 'bout cash, we switching the topic
He ain't got bread, he talkin' 'bout nonsеnse
I got a Glock he meeting this 5.6
I'm makin music they tеll me to drop it
I made a style and they tryna jock it
I got my brodie and he gonna chop it
[Chorus: gicc]
I-It's so f*cked, I'm so stuck
I can't run, I-I'm so f*cked
Outta luck, keep a gun
Y-Y-You keep actin' like a lame you are my son
I-I-I just see it all the same I want it done
I-It's so f*cked, I'm so stuck
I can't run, I-I'm so f*cked
Outta luck, keep a gun
Y-Y-You keep actin' like a lame you are my son
I-I-I just see it all the same I want it done

[Verse 2: akkiro]
Want it done b*tch you know I want it done
b*tch I started makin' millions now u know I'm #1
Got a Glocky with extendos, b*tch we shootin' just for fun
Pockets fat like peter griffin yeah you know they weight a ton
So how u do it like that, you really thought it could last
You gotta leave it behind, so put it in the past
You really f*cked up, I got it tucked a-ah
You outta luck ha-ah, but we don't give a f*ck