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12:58 in NYC
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BabyTron
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Aye sh*ttyBoyz That's on God that we next to blow Bin god, this a 6 you will never know Most hated where I'm from, it's whatever though Knockout chop, the K will turn 'em to the letter O Haha, that means I'll put a hole in 'em Call the b*t*h Andrew, this little hoe wiggin' Ballin' overtime, I used to get no minutes Caught him drinkin' lemonade and shot him, Cole Bennett It's so sick, we talk wet on these samples She sent me a booty pic and ask can I handle Not playin' with these n***as like I got a broke ankle Without Steve I would've been broke, I'm so thankful Boy you should stop standin' if you don't wanna die See my man, he wanna f**k, girl he just really shy Hit you with the K like I'm mad and I'm really dry When I'm talkin' chopsticks, no I'm not eating thai I don't serve Google Chrome, b*t*h is Swiper, fox Gamebreaker chop, when it shoot boy it fires shots When I leave the store, that's when the fire stops 'Cause the car heat it don't matter if I slide or not I can teach you how to punch, kung fu master Tried to trap with the double team, now it's two Caspers Me and bro both slam, so we two slashers Got the opps hatin' from behind, told 'em move faster Won't stop 'til a butler in my crib And my [?] season, b*t*h I'm punchin' off the grid Used to act fake, now they f**kin' with the kid b*t*h used to play, I'm in her stomach touchin' ribs 100 'til I'm dead, 100 since birth Shoot the .40 one time, boy I'm comin' Dirk Won't fight a soul, boy I'm punchin' at the clerk I'm a breadhead, spillin' crumbs on my shirt Up a big bro, I can do it Yo b*t*h ain't sh*t, little n***a, I can prove it If cap was a language, then you n***as would be fluent Gettin' money was a class, then you n***as would be [?] I'm in NY, lookin' for Spider-Man Tron got fire on him, please call the fireman You don't suck d**k? Please leave, that's a requirement Boy in the class hookin' up like a scientist In the lab, I ain't talking hip-hop Credit theft, God askin' me when the sins stop I ain't gon' lie, probably won't if the bin pop Fire on the road, just burnt through the tenth stop Talkin' love got me bent like an elbow Wear my heart on my shirt, what I tell hoes n***as snake, probably couldn't even spell broke Shoes on my feet, foreign, dawg you can't spell those Flamin' with the slides like a molotov Cappin' ass, boy you a bottle top Hittin' stores, boy but I gotta stop The Visa like BabyTron, boy it's gotta pop Tron you snap too much, boy you gotta stop Been hittin' for a bin, so I gotta shop This money get any b*t*h, so I got a lot She was real ugly with an ass, so I got the top Fight me? You better off tryna sock The Rock 'Cause my dawg, he a demon, he pop the Glock Shooter playin' Minecraft, he chop a block Soul let him think they on go, he stop an opp Bins hit forever, hit the mall and get whatever Shoot a shot with my b*t*h, she a rim protector Jam readers with the work, I'm a chip neglector Vloggin' in the mall with two sticks, put the clips together I just rawed her, baby we can't be together I'ma f**k you once good, we can't see each other They tryna copy me, n***a we can't be each other I ain't watchin' KD, boy I keep the thunder Last opp got blew like a Kleenex Call of Duty stick, foregrip for the reflex Twenty days on the road, I don't need rest Master pedal in the beam, boy this a speed test
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