[Intro]
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[Verse]
We talkin' them bands, we talkin' a lot
My [?] we gon' get you doxxed
We rob that n***a, we smokin' yo' crop
Oh you was jus' chattin'? came with the mop
He'll shit his pants if he get shot
That G2 knock off that lil' ass cock
We'll slide down on you, pop-pop-pop
I'm [?] like haha
Helmut Lang, and this Glock
Pull more bitches than The Rock
Gen 4, and G-Lock
Number (N)ine man it cost
And my new bitch 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***a 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 bitch
Pour more wockhardt than a bitch
Couple thousand for a fit
Red bottles baby
Yeah, bleedin' like a bitch
Yeah call up baby, we'll get it brakin'
I got shoota's in yo' state so n***a what is hapenin'
N4 in the baggage, he upped it [?]
Yeah, n***a, got more shootas than a Fascist
[?], get the percs from the package
And atlas, eating better than a motherfuckin' fat kid
Yeah, hunnid round drum, baby check my balet
[Outro]
Young n***a very valid, no, no, no
No I don't fuck with these rappers
Man these n***as just be-- mm-mm
Man these n***as 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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