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TITAN TALK!
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Fabvl
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Flex, walked in wit' my (koll) Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! (Walked in wit' my—) Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! (Aye!) Poppin' out, we hit the block, make contact (Yeah! Yeah!) Chop' got sight, I don't need no contact (Brr!) I'm castin' curses, don't need no contract (Aye!) Seen y'all nonsense Bitin' off styles, they ain't write 'em like Wild, better peep that contrast (B*t*h) Y'all tracks wack, never rap like mine Y'all slatt cap, now ya hat likе slime (Yeah-Yeah) Talk that smack, but I know you nеver walked that, man Better dial that back, dog I'm not no b*t*h, only crabbin' 'boutta dollar Stay lit; how I try and forget my problems Every shot you tryna send didn't land, bro', nada I'm a different dog, Goddard, and my b*t*h top model (What?) You ain't f**kin' wit' the prophet, couldn't f**k with my apostles Couldn't catch, to be honest, if it's facts Then you really can't rap, to be honest, like that (To be honest) Draw flames, get splacked wit' the sauna Get blacked wit' my .45 strap I got forty-five blunts Switch straps, he slashed with the fo'-five sum (Yeah) It ain't 'bout this and that Young PE$O ain't dumb (No) If he want contact, then I hit 'em wit' a drum Then I hit 'em with the drum, now his soul leavin' out of his body An exorcism crisis, it's existential When I show 'em what's inside his body, it's surgical Uppercut'll put his life on a vertical Elevate a stairway to Heaven's Gate Chop' at his top, now the opp' a convertible Put the piece to his mind, let him meditate Shock to his block, now his body is terminal All hands on deck if they come for me I'm pullin' yo' card if they summon me You jokers transparent, I see through your poker face Watch how man'll fold in front of me (B*t*h!) You in a awkward position He cookin' 'til I bring the mop in the kitchen (Yeah!) So stop it when I let it pop off the belt Best believe that this is not a prop' that I'm grippin' See I'm not concerned wit' who hot and who isn't You just mad 'cause we hot and you isn't I jumped out the sky wit' my Glock and my b*t*hes You Brock, couldn't handle a thot in yo' bidness (Thot in yo' bidness) I'm hot 'cause I'm already clocked for conviction I stopped makin' wishes and put in the difference These ten-thousand hours like rocks in the kitchen Not stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision (Stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision) And I scope wit' precision (Pew!) Dot on the chopper like Sharingan shot and it not finna miss him (Not finna miss him) F**k is this talkin' subliminal shots and then slip when you walk like you not wit' that bidness? (Like you not wit' that bidness?) Y'all just some b*t*hes (B*t*h) But if y'all wit' the sh*ts, then I am, too Glock lockin' and twistin', no Cantu (Yuh) But we rub up yo' b*t*h, she get ran through (Hahahaha) Brain take a vacation, no lampoons Gang takin' ya bae and ya bands, too (Yeah-Yeah) Claims sayin' I'm great wasn't planned, dude Lames labelled the same, where ya fans, fool? Aye! (Hahaha)
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