Correction Lyrics mentions by Immortal

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Choppa with extensions, you got an obsession
'Cause I be wasting time getting you out my mentions
You got my attention, I know your intentions
You gotta let it go 'cause you got misapprehensions
Choppa with extensions, you got an obsession
'Cause I be wasting time getting you out my mentions
You got my attention, I know your intentions
You gotta let it go 'cause you got misapprehensions

Throw a couple grand, 'cause I got a new bae
Runnin' up a check so I could have a good day
I'm never gonna fall, ain't nobody got a say
I make them bodies drop with a Glock and a K
We eatin' good 'cause a young n***a flexin'
I had to pause my phone 'cause the texts from my exes
Plus, I got a new b*t*h and she came in from Texas
And, I don't think these b*t*hes are gon' ever get the message
I eat the puss like Pac-Man
I'm counting up my stacks man
I think I'm a machine 'cause I spit nothing but fax man
Shout out to Fatman
Don't f**k with these rats man
And I don't f**k with Beef, but I still got these Rax, man

La--La--La--La--La--La--La
La--La--La--La--La--La--La
La--La--La--La--La--La--La
Where we going?

(Huh, phew, b*t*h, haha, JAMESY SWAN, b*t*h, JAMESY SWAN, n***a, haha, aye aye aye, aye!)

Me and Slxxpy, n***a we be gettin' serious
I'm armed and dangerous, don't be getting serious
I really got my own Styles call me Furious
You better say my f**kin' name, it ain't mysterious

Motherf**kers really wanna slow me down
Blow out, motherf**ker, gonna blow you out
Knocked out, bloodsuckers gonna dry you out
I’m VAF, got a verse and I won’t slow down
I’m, badass and I got it packing, all heat and i got the action
I got that clip and I rack it back, click click click, get out my mentions (Yeah)

Shove my d**k up your ass, 'round the corner it goes
I feel like T.I. n***a, just got some new 24s
Put my town on the map, talm' 'bout "The Way That It Goes"
And I'm f**kin' yo b*t*h, in some Saint Laurent clothes (Fight, K.O)

Round two, know who gonna give you whiplash
Hit back, catching fists fast cause I whip that, me and JAMESY! boutta catch a big bag
Cause we don’t f**k around saying we gon hit that
Out here and we running with the big bags
Out here playing games with the money yeah
Feeling GTA when I’m stuntin yeah
I don’t give a f**k, off that

Who am I? I'm Mr. Take-yo-b*t*h-like-that (Great)
I don't wanna f**k that b*t*h unless her ass real fat
Like a bounce house, and she better have a fat cat
I want a Kim Possible to play with my molerat (Huh?)

Where we goin', n***a
Where we goin', n***a
Where we goin', n***a
(What the f**k, ha ha ha, Pussies,)
Where we goin', n***a
Where we goin', n***a
Where we goin', n***a (b*t*h)

You know, I will never understand why this b*t*h continues to call me, when this b*t*h, openly switched up on me and she's chattin' her sh*t, bro. f**k all that bro, f**k all that

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