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Ayy Huh, what up, Rob? What up, Undefined? This sh*t it right here, I ain't gon' lie Huh, ayy Undefined Ayy Ayy,?what?up, Rob? Ayy, ayy,?Sh*ttyBoyz, ayy It's f**ked up that I?don't fear death RIP Chris, I ain't even shed a tear yet When I try and do right, I steer left Big black chop on my side, [?] Huh, lil' b*t*h knew the principles I used to think that my heart was invincible But, nah, I see that b*t*h just invisible I just got a heaven-sent BIN, on the biblical Thrust God, good Amiris, boy, my drip tremendous I can slide twenty GCs in fifty seconds I just shock the clerk, I guess this bin electric Playing with that metal, let it rip like Jimi Hendrix Real Sh*ttyBoy like I'm in the restroom Bet that b*t*h jaw drop when we step through Had yo b*t*h sneak the head like she collect shoes Finna come lab chain, diamonds on the test tube Me and Tron, guarantee you couldn't stop us Got yo b*t*h bending over like she tryna pull her socks up Like your phone turning on, yeah, my n***as finna pop up And if she drop the addy, I'ma pull up and drop nuts New clothes, new hoes but ain't nothing new Doggy, please back up, I don't f**k with you And yo mans get f**ked up if he came with you Damn, the TX with the [?] making money moves I put two holes in yo head like you getting it pierced Big shotty, two horns like it came off a deer You ain't God, dumb n***a, that's all that I fear Talking out yo neck? I'ma hit you and all your peers You thought that I was gon' sing? Yeah, you wrong, for sure She tryna come with me, my n***a, so just let her go Getting money, don't fold, yeah, that's what I know Me and Tron came up from the dirt, crazy how we blow "Man, get yo b*t*h, she in Tron's likes" TKO with the Drac', I do not fight Used the 201 and turned Wally's to a [?] Dance around with this punch on me like it's prom night Like it's prom night, n***a, we get dressed up F**k his body, man, we aiming from the neck up After I'm done with her, Sh*ttyBoyz, they next up N***a walking out the gym, I got my chest up BabyTron and YungBoiRob Tryna hit a lick, get that young boy robbed F**k with us? Boy, nah I'm the Punch God, go and punch that clock Got my dawgs with me, lil' n***a, this ain't PetSmart We miss his head? Better hope that n***a got a blessed heart Walk around with my pockets all fat like a left guard And I just sent a bullet at yo a** like I'm Brett Favre Walk around in this Nike, I'm a Tech star I'll throw a bullet, I don't wrestle, I ain't Bret Hart Man, this sh*t too easy, next bar I ain't gon' lie, touched a hundred off of XRs I just f**ked up Saks' catalog The only person on my a** is my shadow, dawg I was sick [?] I just had the ball If I up a pic on the 'Gram then she back on balls Hell yeah, that b*t*h back on balls Twenty dollars when she grab my drawers Huh, that's Ethika I ain't playing What up, Rob? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Sh*ttyBoyz
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