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Ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Helluva made this beat, baby) Sh*ttyBoyz Ayy Straight drop, drop, drop in exotic Fanta They used to pick fights with me, now the choppa slam 'em What you claim, brother man? Nah, that's not the answer Now you sick 'cause you heard yo b*t*h wants a scammer Too bad I only like dimes In a ghillie, in yo bushes when it's nighttime Sent some shots but you missed, mm-hmm, nice try I ain't never get sh*t in life for being a nice guy Grab the K and pray to God 'cause I'm a face shooter I'm in LA, I feel like Bron, yeah, I'm a play mover F**k fans now, back then I used to hate choosers Sam? Jimmy back then, yeah, he us?d to hate losers I was losing, they was winning, turn the tables on 'em It ain't a stick but best believe I'll up the taser on 'em Running off? Boy, that's dumb, I'll put the laser on 'em Glock shoot fire like I came The Undertaker on 'em Ayy, you want some, hold on, I can't even say it Unreleased too hard, I can't even play it Whole bow with zaza, I can't even weigh it P90 ain't got no cooling, I can't even spray it "Who that white boy?", b*t*h, it's Tron, I got pool, b*t*h Watermelon punch, Wockhardt, I'm on bullsh*t Russian AK with the stock, it's a full clip Gave her good D, on some '011 bullsh*t Looked her in the eyes then I lied, knew I wasn't sh*t 7-3-4, 3-1-3, b*t*h, the oven Mitt One out of one, I was chose, I'm the one for this Good jack stack, touchdown, had the summer lit Play with me? Mm-hmm, you playing with yo life Apple pie on me, f**k I look like playing with a slice? Ain't no games in these streets, I'm playing till I die She heard the Sh*ttyBoyz and made me say it one more time One puff, boy, I'm higher than giraffe nuts Three more hits, boy, I'm flying up to NASA Turn that b*t*h to a scammer, she a jack sl*t Touch a hair on me? You gon' get yo a** smacked up Matter fact, you get snatched up Bro'll turn yo auntie to a zombie off some crack dust This a 2020, that's a shooter and y'all lapped up I just spent twenty-five hundred on some black puffs Three 'Woods in, b*t*h, I'm faded like a dingy shirt Would've came six, too bad I had a stingy clerk You a hot head? Hope you got the torch up in yo hearse Turn around, made twenty, bae, put it in yo purse Hit yo b*t*h, get the neck, I ain't eat the kitty F**ked up in the head, I got some demons with me Ten bows, a thousand giffies if I leave the city My killer catch you on a school bus, got Jeepers Creepers with me Lil' b*t*h broke her neck when I came to [?] I'll blaze this b*t*h from long-range like I'm Damian Lillard B*t*hes blowing up my phone, I had to change my hitter Don't wanna hit the mall no more, sick of taking pictures Froze-a** buffs, fire-a** weed Lil'-a** whip, boy, yo tires can't squeak Mama always asking, "What's inside of that Jeep?" MSR, embosser, and some sliders that beep Ayy (Beep, b*t*h) Ayy, huh Ayy, and them b*t*hes beep Beep, Sh*ttyBoyz
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