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[Intro]
Check it out (Check it out)
They blow up, uh, then they go out so sad (ZaySkillz)
I couldn't go out like that, n*ggas some clowns, oh, yeah
I couldn't go out like that, oh-oh

[Verse 1]
The Perc' gon' fight back, I'm sinning
People look at my wrist, yeah, they keep on me (Keep on me)
Yeah, I'm so into b*tches, yeah, so into digits (So into b*tches, so into digits)
f*ck it, I ain't gonna reload it (I ain't gonna reload it)
Let's go, I'm finna keep clickin', oh, yeah, I aim in motion (Whoo)
She said she wanna lick it, b*tch, I just want some Ricks (Yeah)
On God, flat gave me a hiccup (Gave me a hiccup)
Yeah, they not in the picture, no more, I know you gonna miss us
Yeah, I'm going on missions, these bullets won't heal you, they really won't

[Chorus]
Yeah, ask this b*tch, I say, "What you really on?" (Skrrt)
Yeah-yeah, I'm so drip, looking like I got a milli' on
5.56 beside my hip, my b*tch say, "I taste just like cinnamon"
b*tch on my di*k like a kidney stone, n*ggas ain't never eat filet mignon (Woah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I swear to God that I'm feelin' all that, yeah
We finna fill him up, he ain't gon' feel alone
I'ma spin back 'til them boys really gone
I'ma bust on her face, she better lick it off
Okay, n*gga wanna talk 'bout checks, let's talk about checks, these groupie as*h*les gettin' shot
Ask 'em, "How many n*ggas got dead?" (Dead)
Ask 'em, "How many of 'em are still fed?"
Oh, yeah, it's all them n*ggas, I bet
I bet all them bullets go blatt, blatt, blatt (Blatt, blatt)
[Chorus]
Yeah, ask this b*tch, I say, "What you really on?" (Skrrt)
Yeah-yeah, I'm so drip, looking like I got a milli' on
.556 beside my hip, my b*tch say, "I taste just like cinnamon"
b*tches wanna die like a kidney stone, n*ggas ain't never eat filet mignon (Woah, yeah)