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Red Ring Of Death
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BabyTron
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[Intro] (RJ always tripping, man, RJ always tripping) (Gary) Bitch, yeah [Verse] Cuban on my neck, I'm rollin' fire in Havana Leafs Promethazine, codeine, bitch, the Fanta peach Social distance from the stove if you can't stand the heat I know you mad as fuck yo' bitch a fan of me You was on top and fell off dramatically Started semi-auto, tap the button, it shoot rapidly You thirty tryna find a route? Boy, have a seat Cuddy caught a body off the drugs and plead insanity In Atlantic City smokin' za, I came in from the other coast Foreign, it's a S, I'm in H, call that hustler mode Wakin' up the block in that Shooter, think his muffler broke Huh, yeah, can hear him far I see him, fuck around and trickshot him Don't you think you too old? All that TikTokin' Never did I sit back, push the risk option See a opp, give him a dollar like hе Brisk shoppin' Yeah, I fuck with 4PF but I need six pockets Too much pape' I gotta count, I need four hands Baby Drac'll knock thе puss' out a grown man When that Wocky hit my tongue, feel my soul dance First day out that county, I feel just like Tee Grizzley Snowcaps burn my chest like some cheap Whiskey Gave my cup the red ring of death like the 360 Tried to be like Big Meech but he ain't peep the beam, Mickey Christian Loubies fourteen hunnid, that's like three giffies Still gon' be rich at fifty, on my P Diddy Plug ain't master up the load, I told him remix me I ain't catch 'em all yet, still got some dreams in me Plus I got a three in me and I got a P in me Hit the dash, Granny like, "Gee willikers" You can't hit a hunnid, yo whip got three cylinders Titi got a script but it ain't new, they refilling her Told her if I pop this P, I bet I keep drillin' her Dude breath stink, what the fuck you drink? Vinegar? If she ain't brining pape', I'm guarantee spinnin' her Brodie got it with him, they ain't peep Dillinger So much white in the kitchen you could ski, Luh Tyler They forgot that I was lit, pinky ring gon' remind 'em If that bounty on yo head, bet them hunters go and find 'em (Where the fuck is my double cup at?) Dog $hit Militia gettin' fancy, upping poodle poop Tapped him in his temple, now his diet chicken noodle soup You know yo face card scorching when you can Google you I ain't shootin' up the club, gon' turn you to a strudel, boo Pop out with a toaster, bitches popping out with strollers When cuddy in the mountains, he is diamond in this joker Jewish fan in my DM ask me to lock him in with Kosher If they playin' with that back end, we popping the promoters Heard that you be steppin', watch yo feet, this some quicksand It don't matter if I miss, bro got the tip jammed You the sixth man at the best, now keep the bench warm Let our blocks see a raindrop, I bet we drench yours Doin' yoga with yo bitch, her feet all on the headboard We been in here working out for hours, now my legs sore How I'm livin', how I'm thinking, life a chess board Choppa got a dick, you think I bought it in the sex store I be thinkin', "Fuck it, it ain't no point to stress more" Shit, we could five V. five, go grab yo best four I know a billionaire, you couldn't tell, he dress poor Moral of the story, you ain't gotta flash it You should go and stack it, spent a thousand on a jacket I don't know why I be braggin', hit yo' bitch, now she be nagging Boy, the Glocky, it do magic like poof, made him vanish Actin' like he eatin' good, lookin' for food but he famished [Outro] ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia Long live $cams
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