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Hello
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Duwap Kaine
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Panic Had just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams I just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams I just got back from LA, nigga, with 200 grams I just Hold on, float off with the lean in the Lamb', yeah Have them niggas talking shit but you know I don't give a damn, yeah Bad young nigga, BMW got a camera Bitch stalking me, what the f*ck is you, a camera? I don't give a f*ck, shawty say that I'm a asshole I be doin' what I want, I ain't feelin' kissin' no ass hoe No, you can't be wit' us if you ain't down to split a taco Niggas wanna watch me like the San Andreas Astro p*ssy-ass nigga, he decided to try the back though p*ssy-ass nigga, I just served you at my back door Nigga, that was you, in that dirty polo head though I don't use @s though, catch me where I'm at though But I ain't tryna gain on 'em, we all tryna get racks though And I'm smokin' [?] at [?] and you smell that? We don't really give a f*ck what you niggas doin' 30 round and drums, we don't care who shootin' And I'm being dеadass, that ain't f*ckin' music And she really f*ck with me, shе say I'm so amusin' Droppin' anything I want, I got the fans confused, man When I got into shit, I knew it was win this or lose this See, I gon' get that back if you act foolish See, you niggas get that bag and you f*ckin' lose it I spent twenty thousand at Saks though You know that it's Louis when they see racks though Police LA going so fast, 'cause it's fast, bitch Smokin' on weed every day, in love with this trap shit [?] so stylish on 'em Whippin' up Billie Eilish on 'em Know the days they hated on me f*ck niggas got [?] on me Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom You with your friend, you hear that chopper, you better duck, too Hit 'em with that chopper just like f*ck you Bad bitch from the 'gram but she don't love you That don't even f*ckin' matter 'cause they need us, too And my brother 'bout to bust that bitch, I bust too And the Glock right beside me, it's just us two And it hold so many rounds, it's so wonderful Why this bad bitch like me, and she so cool But I don't really trust her, 'cause what the f*ck I do, nigga Just 'cause I got a fast car, I guess I'm cool, nigga Bitch see that I got money and wanna use it, nigga Glock overheated, man that bitch need some coolant, nigga We from Savannah man, we said we a do that nigga And when we do that nigga, you know he on the news You know he on the news, Channel 6 man, don't be confused Don't ask me what I'm rappin' 'bout, it's just what's going on Don't wanna argue wit' your hood, don't wanna pick no bone They don't wanna spread no positivity and that's what's going on My bitch, she was drunk and she called my phone She talkin' 'bout, "You don't love me no more" I don't know what she talkin' bout, I guess she drunk though Hell no, I ain't talkin' bout [?] while I'm still the huncho Countin' up the rackaids, got a AK wit' 'bout eight K on me Hello, callin' the money like hello She callin' me and I'm like, hello
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