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COVID-83
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Glock in my hand and I know you got bands so I pull on yo mans, take his big loaf I do what I want, man it's f*ck what the opps say, I'll shoot a whole clip at yo muhf*ckin' kinfolk Bullets fly out of the chopper, it's airin' sh*t out, b*tch you can get chewed like a Grippo I'm chargin' in home invasion and yes we got choppers so no I do not got to tiptoe You workin' minimum wages, I gettin' paid daily but I guess that is how this sh*t goes I'm finna wet him up, just like some Criscos Shout out to Chief Keef, I'm smokin' Citgo They wanna be me, tell all my info He catch a shell in his noggin, I leave him in Limbo Big 83 I pull up in a limo Pull out the heat, you get lit like a Zippo Cops wanna pass me, they yellin' out tenfold like she can't let go I'm sellin' pounds of the pack up on [?] I got the bricks and I ain't talkin' Legos Shorty impressed, she just looked at my bezels I'm sellin rock, like no heavy metal 83 comin' in with the .38 special In the past, I was feeling aggressive If they talk, they get hit with my weapon And I always ride 'round with the Tec in And he always pray down on my blessings If he loud, then I hear every second And you know I came back with a lesson Then I tell her, "just stay for protection" Why these n*ggas would die for attention I stay from that sh*t n*gga, it never could stop me If he rap then he copy He run to his mommy when we start poppin' right by the attic I call up lil' Rocket, he hop in the back of the lab while we gettin' invaded And my n*gga was faded We both took a shot of the Henny then skrt like we racin' I never regret all the bad sh*t I did 'cause that just made me who I am And I do this for Sam in the back of van while I'm totin' that thang in my hand And these n*ggas they ran They know who I am Them n*ggas, they should understand Do not step on my land 'cause I got a plan He hit anybody in advance And I do this for me and my son Lil n*gga, that's me and my mans You can't step in my shoes You can't handle anything that I just did in my past Like no you cannot shake my hand I'm commitin' with the bands Bills in my hands, make her dance Offer the xans and the trance Shorty let me in the pants Weapon is f*ckin' my stance Yo life is all in my hands I come in it with the cannon No, they do not understand it b*tches be plottin' and plannin' Jewelry all on my body You cannot comprehend it I'm in her mouth like a dentist Her face is wet when I finish I eat the pus*y, delicious Lately, life has gotten rigid All of my pockets are richer I make you see all my visions You don't sh*t about winnin' I got like multiple b*tches I GOT LIKE INFINITE LIMITS! Ha, I'm in here, I told him "send him down" Walk him down like, "Who is winnin' now?" I'm in the Audi, we spinnin' now I'm the devil, you wouldn't know if you've been around We not after you, we gon' shoot who you hang around Chop finna take you out Was in the whip when the bass blew out See I got cash so they fakin' now Slide on your shorty, I take her out I bring the lasers out Don't bring no tasers out It's okay lil b*tch, we are talkin' bout that shoot-to-kill I cannot speak about the things that I would do to him No respect for all my f*ckin' brothers, I ain't one of them She like [?] till she blue again Feelin' like Michael Jordan got the motherf*ckin' flu again so we had to f*ckin' screw 'em in They just blindly hatin' while they motherf*ckin' screwed him in I got all the money, Imma f*ck around and flex on a b*tch And I got a feelings that boy pus*y but thats just a hitch Finna rip the tongue out of his mouth if we hear you snitch And I know you heard me in the back, better close your lips We not after you, we gon' shoot who you hang around Chop finna take you out Was in the whip when the bass blew out See I got cash so they fakin' now Slide on your shorty, I take her out I bring the lasers out Don't bring no tasers out It's okay lil b*tch, we are talkin' bout that shoot-to-kill I cannot speak about the things that I would do to him No respect for all my f*ckin' brothers, I ain't one of them She like [?] till she blue again Feelin' like Michael Jordan got the motherf*ckin' flu again so we had to f*ckin' screw 'em in They just blindly hatin' while they motherf*ckin' screwed him in I got all the money, Imma f*ck around and flex on a b*tch And I got a feeling that boy pus*y but thats just a hitch Finna rip the tongue—
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