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What's wrong with these n*ggas? I feel like the man I count big figures You know that I had six figures (Woodley on the beat) Oh that's who got the beat Yeah we be talkin' big numbers n*gga better not play (bang bang) Pullin' on the street (ay, ay) Right here on his street I know you is Look, check me out I'll show a n*gga somthin', crop em' out with that stick I know a rapper out here tellin', claiming he with the sh*t He got me grippin' on this felon, yeah i'm mad as a b*tch He in my DM, oh he tough, cappin' how he done spit He on that ra ra ra ra, he just talkin' his sh*t We come through fa fa fa fa, puttin' shots in the wind If you done did it, why you speakin' bout' the sh*t you done did Clip longer than yo lock, just to spit yo lil wick I seen Lil Taylor lock his socket, knock off half of yo sh*t I had the key to that b*tch heart, and now I lost it again I can't even tell these hoes apart, i'm wondering whatchu with I lost the key, then push the start, better ask Lil Dort how I pledge They hit they lights, they tryna spin, shootin' don't even sped I'm talkin' where do I begin, Boonk it won't even end I heard them n*ggas that want smoke, they camping out willow bend We in the Taco Bell parking plaza, ducked on the tent We come thru droppin' tops, and body drops, we don't know who done did it I let a n*gga take his last stand, right there where he sh*tted He hidin damn ain't hard to find a n*gga when we come visit I'm tired hearing all this opera music, RIP snitches I copped a rover, open that b*tch up, right there in the trenches Yo time is over jhit, just give it up, they ain't wanna listen I'm sellin' [?] the clip then came with extensions Oh you a janitor, he claimin' that he done caught me slippin' Them 223's will hit yo body, knock the belt off yo britches I ain't joinin' the Illuminati, cause I ain't banging no 6's 10 grand take care of that body, told em' handle yo business You know we back to back, and switch the tags and duckin' the sentence Got n*ggas mad, I f*ck with ace, but i'm ten toes on my pivot I can't maneuver with the choppa, so i'm totin' the semi A Russian cable holla doctor said, I think you the illest For what he say, his balls away, I then put smoke in the chimney That cake bake 10k, you gone rush to them fillings If you cheat, then I cheat, i'm just matchin' yo energy Got n*ggas cliquin', teamin' up, I hear they tryna get rid of me I be laughing at these clowns, cause they really be kidding me He was on E, I gassed him up, that was love from the city Twenty-four million on ten percent, I guess it's love from the business He signed a deal for 2 mil, i'm finna show him my titties That's what she said, sh*t I just quote it, I just made it a lyric This off my brain, I never wrote it, I just came how i'm feelin' Nut on her face and now she tellin' me she seeing my children Man I knew she was a monkey, cause she actin' all curious This sh*t real, hit up yo bunker with a dagger and spear I lost my VV in the air, now my smile chandelier My circle tighter than a virgin, I don't f*ck with you squares I ain't beefin' with no n*gga, stay ten miles from right here Just like my last song, I had to put the pain in the rears I'm poppin', adderall, it got me actin' all of them squares He want publicity, I make you history, basaquer She tryna get to me, she suckin' balls, and all that's a fear Hold on listen b*tch here
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