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[Intro]
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[Verse]
We talkin' them bands, we talkin' a lot
My [?] we gon' get you doxxed
We rob that n*gga, we smokin' yo' crop
Oh you was jus' chattin'? came with the mop
He'll sh*t his pants if he get shot
That G2 knock off that lil' ass c*ck
We'll slide down on you, pop-pop-pop
I'm [?] like haha
Helmut Lang, and this Glock
Pull more b*tches than The Rock
Gen 4, and G-Lock
Number (N)ine man it cost
And my new b*tch got new rocks
Yo' lame ass boyfriend work a lot
Made a bag with no job
That boy said, need some top
I got Percs, I got fye
I got everything you want
Pockets put me on the book
I got cancer in my lungs
Choppa bullets, lil' gun
n*gga I'm the big one
How we gon' play bruh?
I can't trust no one
Yoppa give 'em hair cuts
Gotta lot of dead ones
Tell that boy to shut up
Know that boy don't got a clue
And I never been a b*tch
Pour more wockhardt than a b*tch
Couple thousand for a fit
Red bottles baby
Yeah, bleedin' like a b*tch
Yeah call up baby, we'll get it brakin'
I got shoota's in yo' state so n*gga what is hapenin'
N4 in the baggage, he upped it [?]
Yeah, n*gga, got more shootas than a Fascist
[?], get the percs from the package
And atlas, eating better than a motherf*ckin' fat kid
Yeah, hunnid round drum, baby check my balet
[Outro]
Young n*gga very valid, no, no, no
No I don't f*ck with these rappers
Man these n*ggas just be-- mm-mm
Man these n*ggas just be acting
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-- they be acting, mm
Mn-no-no-no-no-no
Mm-mm-mhm-mhm
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