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(Firzt back like he left or something) Yeah, uh Talking 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today Yesterday, I wasn't on my shit, but I'm on my shit today Slap a seven right on my back, said I'm feeling like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood, well, we gon' blitz today Hop out, I'ma park the whip, if they move, we sparking it Broski be so chill, he catch a body, he'll spark spliff I grew up 'round hotheads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit When we catch that nigga in person, he be stuttering, get to talking quick I tell 'em that talk cheap, tell a bitch I don't talk free Every time I talk, she get to tweeting, it's like talk, tweet She like, "Nigga, you liеd, the fuck?" Told her I just talk sweet Gon' probably tell hеr bitch-ass brother, he don't know we spark heat I be chilling, I don't spark beef Be in my own zone And my gang be on defense, I got layers like the ozone Gotta get past level one to get to level two Trip out, pull a Glick out She asked me was I friendly, got to the room, I pulled my dick out She dropped to her knees, I got to thinking she got a big mouth Said fuck it, pulled my dick out, told that bitch this was a stickup And if she think 'bout moving then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up Know where we at, just come and get us Ain't nobody fucking with us Talking 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today Yesterday, I wasn't on my shit, but I'm on my shit today Slap a seven right on my back, said I'm feeling like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood, well, we gon' blitz today Hop out, I'ma park the whip, if they move, we sparking it Broski be so chill, he catch a body, he'll spark spliff I grew up 'round hotheads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit When we catch that nigga in person, he be stuttering, get to talking quick Told 'em I don't talk to pigs, I don't speak oink-oink Caught him lacking in the car, knock him off, point-point Never thought my music'd be on TV this soon, but I point choice Bougie bitch, I ask her what car she wanna ride, she point Royce Sicko, I keep a Glick-o, me-oh-my He tried then he gon' die No excuse, I wanna see 'em fly If it's birds, we gon' get 'em by My right-hand man say how I told him look at the sky He said one nigga on the plane [?] I got rid of all my problems, I ain't gotta deal with shit If we leave his mama crying, she just gotta deal with it Send a letter like you'll be okay, tryna hit her, she be with Tay And just because her ass fat, don't mean I eat the cake Talking 'bout hits, I could drop a hit and get you hit today Yesterday, I wasn't on my shit, but I'm on my shit today Slap a seven right on my back, said I'm feeling like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood, well, we gon' blitz today Hop out, I'ma park the whip, if they move, we sparking it Broski be so chill, he catch a body, he'll spark spliff I grew up 'round hotheads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit When we catch that nigga in person, he be stuttering, get to talking quick
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