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Aye, aye, aye, sh*ttyBoyz

Crunchwrap supreme with diablo sauce
I ain't talking ’bout no food, that's just how I talk
Call you Chum Bucket, walk around without the sauce
I should be a muhf**kin' dentist, that’s just how I floss

Dog sh*t, I done came with the dookie roll
Super slick, played the lil' b*t*h like a movie roll
Man I'm sick and tired of you goofy hoes
Chopstick next to the pape, that's a sushi roll

Heard them n***as looking for me, tell them boys I'm ready
Looking at my mans like is your shoot hand steady?
We ain't f**king, we ain't talking, yes this sh*t can get petty
Call [?] when he shoot, he a lefty

I'll leave a n***a hating like a Nazi
b*t*h I’m with the gang and I see you with the posse
I’m shooting up your street, I'm looking like a zombie
I shot a oldhead ’cause he was f**king with my mommy

f**king with my sister, should've popped him in his sh*t
n***as got bowls of cookie like Cookie Crisp
b*t*hes treat my d**k just like licorice
Split the wrapper then passed it to her friend when she finished

Dude made a monster, Frankenstein
Feel like Xzibit, if he slide, I'ma paint his ride
Used to have love, now it's just hate inside
Tried to close the doors but I still found a way inside

Money on the floor then I’m coming like I'm Icewear
Heard they was sleep so I'm coming like a nightmare
Fire ass Minnesota piece, he from White Bear
Jumped in the water, you would think I ain't like air

At the self-scan, got me looking around my shoulders
I think it's time we wake them n***as up, just like [?]
I ain't gon' lie, I think my pockets seen more paper than a folder
We taking n***as' spots up, y'all know that it's over, n***a

Keep my circle tight like dun dun da duns
Bullet stuck in his head like his favorite song
All my n***as want the bread, we take more then
Treat him like a lawn chair, get that n***a folded

Sitting in the trap house while the smokers smoking
Holding on to the ratchet like I'm [?]
I seen something that I ain't 'posed to, I ain't even notice
I seen n***as seen they opps and they ain't even blow

Chilling in the trap, bricks sitting in the chair
Pre-game LeBron, threw some powder in the f**king air
Think I paid the refs 'cause I ball, it ain't fair
b*t*h asking for my heart but I swear it ain't there

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