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Hi, I'm Dante!

Feds watchin', they told me that I'm alarming
If you come around, smackdown, Jeff Hardy
It's a big gun, wave it around when I'm in the party
Aye, squeeze 'em out, I'ma leave the whole team starving
Feds watchin', they told me that I'm alarming
If you come around, smackdown, Jeff Hardy
It's a big gun, wave it around when I'm in the party
Aye, squeeze 'em out, I'ma leave the whole team starving

Talk sh*t, get hit now, I don't wanna f**k around
If I see you in yo house, hit you in your f**king mouth
Stake out b*t*h house, you ain't doin' this
You don't give a f**k, you ain't really new to this
I been chillin' by my lonely, hear thе gunshot
Give us location, yeah we gon' find out
Aftеr all this time, we thought you was bro
Now we know you lyin', you is a joke
Boy, run off and get no hoes
Don't talk to me if it ain't about dough

Don't talk to me, leave me alone, I do not f**k with you
I think you had it f**ked up when you thought that I still wanted you
I don't, I'm running out of hope
10 seconds from goin' ghost
The second I have a toast
Kill 'em, kill 'em, then I boast
Bring that chopper, I'ma shoot up at his toes
Si,si, real killer, I'ma pop up at your fall
If you talkin' sh*t online, then I'ma pop out at yo hotel
Gang street, loaded I'ma pop out at yo home
Stay clear of me, I know you fear me, you hear me
I'm on yo block, but guarantee that you ain't even near me

In the AMG they hate on me, I count up all these racks
If you really wanna play with me, sorry better pay
All these cigarettes and Hennessey, don't know how to act
(Bloodhounds) Kill confirmed, we be looking for dog-tags
No way, you can hear the smile on my face, okay
Talkin' on yo neck 'cause you got no shame
You can't walk a mile in these Prada's, no way
I'ma leave 'em bloody red, leave 'em DOA

Hi, I'm wellsy, nice to meet you
Bet you b*t*h I'm see-through
Crazy in my head too
Locked up in a tower
I toil away for hours
And come out with a spell
That'll turn you into flowers
I mean fire
Extra spicy hellfire
And I'll make your night sour
Like, the point is that I'm evil
God, I'm awful, I hate the way you talk to 'em
Like, go and eat some Fruit Loops, and get out my arena
My arena's for the strongest and you're, like, the weakest
Where's my potion seller at?
Need a buff on my keyring
I'm not gonna lie and say it was nice to meet you
'Cause your power is pathetic, like, go on back to mage school
Feds watchin', they told me that I'm alarming
If you come around, smackdown, Jeff Hardy
It's a big gun, wave it around when I'm in the party
Aye, squeeze 'em out, I'ma leave the whole team starving

Okay they talking hella sh*t cuz they not us
I'mma pull up with a shotty make em sawdust
Yeah we walked into the function with it on us
And you ain't better than me, I'm just being honest
Okay run it back, whatever Dante with
I'm with all of that, I jus' walked up in saks fifth, dropped a hunnid racks
That boy want a feature, I need cash or I can't
Do a track, that boy lame as f**k, stealing swag, can I get it back?
W-w-walk up in the function who wan' die tonight?
I-I'm with DOA is you out your mind?
Ak, full clip, I don't like to fight
Drop that bag up on his head, he won't last a night
Now he begging on his knees he tryna save his life (Please!)
Dante wanna take him out, told him, “Play nice”
But if he takin' to the feds, we gon' hit him twice
We don't deal with mice, send that boy up to the f**king sky (Stoopid)
A-all black 50s on me, They see me, they copy
I'm with dante-f**king-red off an oxy
I can't even go to sleep cuz they watching
I got a glocky on my waist, I might just let it rip
I got a pu**y n***a bleedin' from his f**kin lip
He really wanna try that sh*t, but boy, you getting hit
I lost a hundred, made three hundred, that's a f**king flip
I watch the money go up, soarin' up to the f**king charts
And my n***as be sprayin' shots, we shootin' sh*t like its darts
And n***as really talkin' sh*t but boy, you better not start
If this stay on my f**king hand, it take off your body parts
I'm always smokin' on that gas but n***a, I don't hit carts
You better knock straight at my walls, just bite you back, I'm a shark

Say you got zaza, boy that's saucy
like its so glossy
They like tay, hit the plug, I said I'll see
Santa Claus catch my b*t*h, 'cause she so naughty
Rings on my body like I'm dealing cars for Audi
My pockets fat, yeah your pockets fill up with bodies
In my city, we'll kill you like the fresh life of the party
Yeah you got racks, you and [?] ran out on Tommy
Hop out the Rolls
bet you the most

La, la, la, leave a shawty in the cut
Sky, if they talkin' down
Pop, pop, pop, that's the sound of the bullet
Drop, drop, drop, that's the sound when the bodies hit the floor
(K-k-kmoe) Trust me, you don't want more
I've been running up the levels, got a high score
Movin' quickly through the halls like a sophomore
I just wanna get my cash, I don't want war
La, la, la, leave a shawty in the cut
Sky, if they talkin' down

Step up in the function, sippin' White Russian
Inhale the nitrous I don't know how to function
Eric bouta pull up, gotta cause a disruption
Dungeon, sippin' on a potion I'm with osquinn
Doubt me, chillin' with these stars all around me
Milligrams, oxy
I've been movin' like a zombie
Blade like Bonnie and Clyde, got the tommy
I'ma shut you down in the ring, Jeff Hardy

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