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[Intro]
f*ck, sh*t

[Verse]
I ain’t regular off these drugs, I do a sticky bag
f*ck n*gga try to run down on me he get rocked
(Roc this sh*t out, Hari)
n*gga’ll end up whacked
40 cal, know it’s gon’ clap back
Fast ain’t goin’ for that
I might pull out this
Lil’ boy get hit with that
Any truck I get in sh*t be rented
sh*t be f*ckin’ tinted
Told lil’ buddy to touch some money
Lil’ buddy steady spinnin’
Can’t shoot back when they get me started
Gotta wait ‘til I finish
7000 spinned the whole car
We done parked the whip
I done touched a couple racks
These zaza zips get flipped
Anybody talkin’ ‘bout they opposition
They know they end up killеd
pus*y boy won’t flex the cap b-roll
Get that sh*t outtе here, we-
I’m in the slums wit’ rocket
The draco shoot out rockets
I ain’t holdin’ in no smoke
They know 7000 pop it
I drive the whip like stolo
I drive the whip so fast
Find a trapstar down bad
Run down take his cash
12 been on our block hot just like we movin’ bags
Better not let the glizzy spark
I got aim like darts
Want me killed?
Catch me in the dark, we can make it spark
I got fye, draw down on me now
57 gon’ slide
I’m outside, I don’t do no hidin’
You brazy then walk down
Tryna bite the drip, 300 for my spliffs
n*gga don’t wanna shoot they fye
They wanna talk it out
Tell my oppas put they guns down
And we can chalk it out
I got hands, scammin’ hard got bands
Shoot sh*t up with twin
n*ggas know we gon’ f*ckin’ spin
I really don’t need lil’ twin ‘cause I’ma step
Run down on him now
Take his hatch from under his belt
We ain’t got nun’ but zaza left
I don’t even trap, the trappers know me
Worryin’ ‘bout what I just sold to my play
These n*ggas act like police
Went and took out 500 dubs
My b-roll do no folding
Went and put on different gear
Now all these b*tches know me
Can’t get jammed up in the whip
‘Cause all these trips be stolen
Youngest top villan with this money
I been takin’ motion
Go into the happy mart
Get a Faygo, mix this sh*t wit’ potion
Draw down, think you dominant on lil’ Fast
30 steady pokin’
Who the f*ck told y’all stop wearin’ masks?
n*ggas movin’ bogus
I’m 56, you can ask ‘bout me
I dump my stick fasho
They done booked me somewhere else
I got my blick fasho
Tryna get yo’ camera lit
Put me on video
f*ck boy didn’t even know it was me
I got on all black
Ran down on him, take his Gucci purse
Where the f*ck yo’ cash?
Foreign b*tch, she want n*gga pass
I’m like “hell, gimme cash”
Free 7000 ‘til they free
Wake up put these drugs in me
I’m the one get these guns for free
Brought like 2 3 guns wit’ me
Show 7000 to the lean
When I draw down to yo’ city
In a dead end know sh*t get wicked
Lil’ buddy steppin’, his mind twisted
I was downtown wit’ a 50
Put this gear on now I’m drippin’
Pop these pillys now I’m trippin’
f*ck boy know that sh*t was cap
Off-white Odysseys and tailor jeans, I'm really drippin'
Draw down with this hand cannon on me
I might use the 50
pus*y b*tch ain't tapped in wit' my gang
They gotta get up wit' me
I might give you hell, leave a hunnid shells
Knock yo' block off by my f*ckin' self
I know I'll never tell
In my drip, you can see me now
Don't be scared to approach
Fast Gang, I be Top Villan
n*ggas don't want no smoke