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Yeah I’m with it, I’ll be there to run up let it pop and then I kill it A drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it Riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted We cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it Yeah I’m with it, I’ll be there to run up let it pop and then I kill it A drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it Riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted We cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it Cleaned up on your block but you ain’t did sh*t Cleaned up on your block, and my opps got hit The Glock what I grip, know I don’t slip, my burner on the hip Face my opp, I empty the clip, we hopped in the whip Take his life and his pendant too, dependant on the mood Stay with a tool, (strapped) ,yeah what it do? I raise my stick, I raise the blick, and I don’t miss Damn this n***a got smoked in front his b*t*h Yeah I’m with it, I’ll be there to run up let it pop and then I kill it A drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it Riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted We cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it Yeah I’m with it, I’ll be there to run up let it pop and then I kill it A drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it Riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted We cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it Dissin' who? Hope it wasn't me, cause that wouldn't be smart The way I shoot and how I keep it low, I'm like Ray Allen's arc Think you cool, you ain't got no rizz, you ain't got no sauce Cause you is twitching, put you on the tv, like you Adin Ross Then there's the opps, they sendin' the shots, do it with no warning We gon' kill 'em, we gon' have they parents' nights turn to they mournings Just talked to God, ride his wave like Rod, guess I'm the Holy one Now I'm a rapper, should've been a golfer, I put a Hole-in-one 4 by 4, hit 'em in the top, hit 'em in the spine I ain't lying, I'mma get it done, just gimme some time You exposing me, not how it 'posed to be, but I ain't scared Just trust the process, and you'll see the outcome when I hop on air Yeah I’m with it, I’ll be there to run up let it pop and then I kill it A drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it Riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted We cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it - Yeah I’m with it, I’ll be there to run up let it pop and then I kill it A drum up in his spine, bet that he feel it Riding round in the cat, they know it double tinted We cleaned up on your block, you ain’t do nun, just admit it Ain't no hoe in me She know I'm a heavy hitter, pull up and they knowing me She be giving head and shaking a** like a lil prost**ute Ephy hittin' cap, watch your mouth before you're hoe with that sh*t I be with them n***as, get your gang, shawty watch you neck It's them n***as from the hood, b*t*h you know you'll lose The outcome is [?], Young Ephy, I've fiving on 'em I was popping sh*t, told me bro "Let's go make some bread" I be in the stu' with some n***as, I be spittin' sh*t I be gettin' high, f**k that sh*t, R.I.P. to Juice All these opp feds on my d**k, what they finna do? I'mma hit your voice like a verse, it go "scu-do-do" I don't f**k with them, all these b*t*hes on my d**k Ephraim he the G.O.A.T. aye, I be spittin' sh*t aye, I can't play with them aye Yeah Spare time with my n***as, be be having fun, that's my bro, bro I love, I love all my bros, that's my gang sh*t (yeah gang) All my n***as gang, yeah, we bang sh*t Freestyle on this beat, on some Juice WRLD sh*t R.I.P. to all them n***as that had all them hits Yeah (gang, gang)
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