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[Verse 1: Quilly]
I get Wilder like Deontay on it
The dope a 10, the stamp got Beyonce on it
My last gat was 3 stacks, n*gga, Andre on it
Get in the booth and start snapping like Kanye moments
f*ck boxing, pound for pound this pound'll chin check ya
You can get hit wit a box of Winchesters
This clip half Glock, the rest of it; Kriss Vector
Run in your house and start lookin' for sh*t like Inspectors
We subbin' n*ggas right out the game, he gotta sit out
n*ggas come in petty when they know we got them sticks out
I live around all of these crackers, this sh*t like "Get Out"
I don't go on dates no more, just pull my di*k out
Soon as them n*ggas ran out out of work, I pulled a brick out
Soon as the .40 ain't do its job, I pulled the 5th out
Light you up like Christmas tree
I pour Hi-Tech and Wok (?) Hibiscus tea
My Youngins on their last drill, they'll spin for me
(?) press a n*gga wit the iron, no sympathy
I keep the food on me, I'm a foodie
If certain milligrams ain't in me, I act moody
You n*ggas kinda scary, what's that? Tom & Jerry
I got boy and girl, what's that? Tyler Perry
4 pound, I'll press you with force
Spin the block, n*ggas smellin' gumbo out the Porsche
Dump my shot, sh*t be (?) cotton
Tell a n*gga "say cheese" and start picture croppin'
I bet this Kriss make you jump if you ever Kross me
(?) drop change on you bum ass n*ggas
I got bread, I'll drop loafs on you crumb ass n*ggas
We garbed up (?)
Garbed up, bout to (?)
My phone filled with Ice players and oxy fiends
Billie Mays couldn't even get you Oxy-Clean
I ain't gotta go get it, that sh*t be right here
Pull up in machines like Bishop Lamor Whitehead