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H-H-Hi Dopa! Haha Check that count Got a spinna to his throat Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pack on me Check that count Got a spinna to his throat Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pack on me Gimme that! I'm not even joking when I say I don't need her At least I got a f**kin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up I'm with Kurtains, I'm with Wido, in the back, we got a heater I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr, I ain't talking 'bout no Peter I don't like the confrontation, I'm a fan of conversations Talk your sh*t bro, I ain't breaking Look at me, my drink, she laced it Racks in my wallet, can't fold And I'm off the horse, so I start to lose control Yeah, he talkin' sh*t, so we wiping his nose They got inside me, jumping out the fourth floor 'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no I got a game we could play, Russian Roulette I'm ending lives, ain't no russian, now his crew's dead Yeah, these pills, they got me tired Call up Wido, I'm taking back cover fire John Aye, who's that coming? DOA What you do? Run away Need pack, pack, ándale Think I'm scared? No way I'm sending bullets, both ways Shut, the f**k, up and protect me Tried to break inside of Hell, but my angels wouldn't let me I got one gold bullet, if you try to f**king tempt me Gotta couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me I cannot be friendly Get them racks, and plenty Don't get happy, endings You're stuck on, pretending, yeah Check that count Got a spinna to his throat Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pack on me Check that count Got a spinna to his throat Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pack on me I've been going stupid, going mental Lil boy sad, you in the friend-zone f**k a studio, recorded in my bedroom Feel like KKetamine by the way I be racing Don't hit my DM, if you don't got payment I don't like to wait, yeah, I'm so impatient I'ma need a face lift, Dior on my fragrance Hold up, you just wan't a piece of me 13 Rounds in this Glizzy, I ain't talking 'bout Felicity Talking sh*t all the time, lil bro, you can't be friends with me I been up for a minute, with the gang, it's so clear to see I don't care 'bout your feelings bro, I just want the commas Everybody moving mad fun, I don't care about the drama I got hoes on my Dms, I ain't talking 'bout Mo Bamba All black on my fit, yeah bro, that's my favorite color f**k this, I ain't f**kin' with your bullsh*t Know you act stupid so I'm emptying a full clip On your head, I wish that I was dead 'Cause I don't wanna speak at all I'm not downing the sight, unless it's in my favor Trying something new, I ain't f**king with the flavor Yeah, you're goin' out sad, please don't try to chase her And I'm posted in a cell, I don't care 'bout good behavior Eyes on you, you got eyes on me Shoutout Quinn, SS03 With [?], I'm with Kwuzi Rolling off your body (Hee, hee, hee) Huh? b*t*h I'm laughing 'cause you funny This made this, your, this, talking sh*t b*t*h ass, b*t*h And nothing else coming at your mouth, but a Glick (And a d**k) You ain't talking, when I'm checking that count Check that count Got a spinna to his throat Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pack on me Check that count Got a spinna to his throat Had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pack on me Mommworld
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