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Cobra Kai
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BabyTron
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Huh, yeah Slide down and strike first like I'm— b*t*h Slide down and strike first like I'm— yeah (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*t*h hard) B*t*h Slide down and strike first like I'm Cobra Kai Dirty pop and a zip of Runtz, boy, you know I'm high Cuz throwing fours, know some Bloods out here throwing fives Sometimes to win, you gotta gamble, pu**y, roll the dice B*t*h, I'm at the nino with the high-rollers Tripping over hoes? No, I'm balanced like a tightroper Touch a pendant, boy, your life over Dog Sh*t Militia, slide down, take out five soldiers Ain't a snake, but I'm cold-blooded Twelve hours straight, you ain't really out here road running Overnight, through the air, b*t*h, the 'bows coming Cut up into dog like, "Why you looking like you stole something?" What's in your pockets? Better empty 'em I ain't like the Gucci flops, I had to Fendi 'em Rollie time, brodie told Hutch to come and Presi' him (That's that big face, b*t*h, lil' stupid boy) Doggy ran off, I can't say what I'ma do to boy Gotta play Wes, gotta f**k around and shoot to joy Cartier buffalos on like I'm Juice Leroy Shooter on a killstreak, might see a damn nuke deploy F**k the haters, boy, I know it hurt they soul to see me win I can do a verse, sixteen, that's an easy ten I can tell them buffs kudos with them cheesy lens Got on Vlone, but please don't think we friends Doggy dropped a bag, got some greasy hands Sneakerhead, ain't you see the trunk full of Yeezy, man? Jugg tour, head came to me, that's an easy ham 3 AM, made a light dub, did my sleepy dance I was off a three of Wockiki Chops with me, finna drop the tint, pray the opps see me Own ten in Greenfield, finna go and drop Fiji Can't go out bad in the verses, I am not Jeezy Brodie on the roof, he just popped pill two Finna go and blow the Presi' out, Tron Wilkes Booth Brodie hitting shots from the corner, he got skill too Dog was with his main mans, he got killed too Sad story, can't be us, b*t*h, we keep 'em round New jack city, all these phones, feel like Nino Brown You ain't got no plays, I got three lines beeping now Talking 'bout a foreign, but your car don't even growl (Yeah) Late night riding, late night thinking F**k champagne, celebrating, we be pint drinking In the sunlight or when it's dark, see the ice gleaming OT, cops flick me, told 'em I was sightseeing Unky in the mountains, no street lights, he high beaming Japanese steak, told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned Or I'ma smack the sh*t out the chef Dog sh*t, dog sh*t, they p*ssed that I left a mess Huh, Sh*ttyBoyz Huh, huh, they p*ssed that I left a mess Dog Sh*t Militia, you know what the f**k going on Smack the sh*t out the chef Told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned Out of town, he be high beaming B*t*h, yeah
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