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(Chavo, throw a number) I ain't gon' lie though, every Glock is like I'm Yeah, b*t*h Yeah Yeah (Chavo, throw a number) (That sh*t bust) Ladder hanging out of every Glock, it's like I'm Mexican Better not pull up thinking that you Chavo, we ain't wrestling Closet full of geese, might pop out flyer than a pelican Gucci on my torso, b*t*hes say the fabric delicate Work jumping, finna turn around like a 619 Life crazy, boy, you better not lack, you only get one time Wockiana, dos or better, no, I can't sip one line Mike Amiris full of pesos, yeah, b*t*h, the ripped up kind Stan always got a hammеr, he like Triple H Pillow talking just to f**k is a b*t*h n***a trait It's еnough room to come and eat, ain't no need to hate Head that I woke up to this morning had me running late V12, if I punch the gas, bet the whip go zoom This ain't Smackdown, you knuckle up? We make sticks go boom Threw a ten ball to my b*t*h, told her, "Fix yo move" Buffies on, blowing Glocky, brodie shoot, the stick so cool Draky put him in a bowtie like he Rick Rude Getting active, nineteen hunnid dollar pair of gym shoes If I lived the life you live, I'd be p*ssed too Splash God, see the water drop when I drip through Freak b*t*h was trying to 69, I had to piledrive her We'd get to sliding like a ball tire F**ked up Neiman's, dragging bags at the mall tired Dog Sh*t Militia touched more chicken than an air fryer I be scamming, unky seen more white than a Cracker Barrel F**k a Chevy, this a Kitty-Cat zooming past Camaros Unky play with 'bows, f**k around, threw his a** an arrow Spanish mamacita tryna f**k 'cause I flashed dinero Masked up like Mick Foley Fully automatic blicky and I got some sh*t on me Got a carriage underneath the hood, they tried to get on me Try to wrestle? Boy, I'm like the Sandman, this stick on me Better not try to pick on me Hit him with the ladder, John Morrison B*t*h, don't even mention that lame n***a, I make more than him It's like they got something to prove when I'm recording them In Miami tripping just like Stan, b*t*h, I'm with Dorien N***as better Donald Duck, the AR got a Mickey in it I don't give a f**k about that store if ain't no giffies in it Buffies got the rosy diamonds, pendant got the p*ssy glisten Funny how y'all baby blew while I'm counting Nipsey chicken If it ain't no pape', Booker T, hit the spinaroonie At the gallery in Houston, I just spent a slip in Gucci Every fit twenty-five hunnid, sh*t, I'm getting bougie Dog Sh*t Militia, high as hell in here twisting dookies Me and gang got the sample sh*t in a nelson hold Heard yo team let you go 'cause you broke the code Had to bring reinforcements, caught a heavy load You think you macho, Randy Savage, but I bet you fold Sh*t, f**k, damn (Chavo, throw a number) I ain't even got to say too much B*t*h (Chavo, throw a number) Yeah, Sh*ttyBoyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, that's on every song (Chavo, throw a number) (Chavo, throw a number) Better not pull up thinking that you Chavo, we ain't wrestling Work jumping, finna turn around like a 619 Stan always got a hammer, he like Triple H This ain't Smackdown, you knuckle up? We make sticks go boom If it ain't no pape', Booker T, hit the spinaroonie
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