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[Intro]
(Osama bin Laden's favorite son)

[Verse]
(Haha) (Boy-)
Run that back (That's them!)
What you said? (Boy-)
Flash on the Glock, yeah (That's them!)
Go-Got that bih' for a fed
I'm in the A, I'm lookin' fed
I-I just poured up six of red
Give a f*ck about a 6
You'n 'een got no f*ckin' bread
I just-I just balled in a week (b*tch ass n*gga)
Fl-Flex that 30 ball, you WEAK
Pull up, they say, "Stay ten feet!"
b*tch, I GOT RICK ON MY FEET
Boy, you feel off and you mad as f*ck, I'd be mad too
And yo' gang not innocent, I bet you they get clapped too (Fetch me their souls) (Hey!)
Bet you-Bet you I got racks, ye-yeah (Okay-) (Hey!) (I got the video)
Be-Bet you that you broke as f*ck (I got the video) (Hey!)
Bet you I'll f*ck you up (Hey!)
You gon' havе to flip the truck (Hey!)
When I pull up, bеtter duck
You's a b*tch, boy, you's a punk
Takin' pictures like a fag
Got rich by his f*ckin' Mom
Sp-Spend yo' weekly income on Act (BEEEEE)
I got-I got-I got bands, pus*y n*gga, I'on act
Yeah, I'll get yo' mans, put 'em-
Get yo' whole team wacked
And stop actin' for the fans, n*gga, they know that you wack
Hahaha, that you ass, n*gga
Yeah, put it in the trash (What?)
f*ckin' trash (What?)
'Cause that sh*t ass (What? What?)
(What? What?)
Beat you with a f*ckIN' bat (BEE, BEE)
You on Twitter mad as f*ck, boy, you's a f*ckIN' fag (BEE, BEE, BEE)
I'on even f*ckIN' rap
b*tch, I'm goin' state to state, you in the house
You ain't doin' sh*t
b*tch ahh n*gga, broke ahh n*gga
b*tch