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Ooh-wee (JRag on the beat) Ooh-wee I be with street n***as I'm used to choppin' shells on the beat, n***a (Sh*t) I don't repeat, n***a I spend another hundred every week, n***a I'm with the grease, n***a I got detergent on me as we speak, n***a Sauce on my feet, n***a I be in Bathing Ape like it's cheap, n***a Sancho delete n***as I get a n***a murdered for the free, n***a I'ma defeat n***as I'm with the killin' grannies, I'm a G, n***a All them delete n***as I served you magic, lift him off feet, n***a How you deplete n***as? Spent a whole quarter million on some beef, n***a I'm with the demonstration I'm tryna see my opps get decapitated Rappers be fabricating Sh*t hit the sky, man, y'all stop procrastinating (Ooh-wee) Chopsticks came with a d**k on it Million-dollar play and a n***a put a b*t*h on it (Ooh) And a b*t*h run it back like Devin Hester My pockets on swole like Brock Lesnar I'll kick a n***a a** like Shane Lechler I don't give a f**k 'bout your vendetta I'm the type, get the b*t*h, make her do better You the type, get the b*t*h, then you lose cheddar I'm the type make the ho trip any weather You the type take the ho out to eat at Cheddar's I ain't got time for a dinner date I'ma drip on a b*t*h in Bathing Ape Once a n***a trip, I'ma put him on display Rollin' through your hood, I get it brackin' in the broad day Yellow stones in my ear, lemonade Keep a cutter on my side, not a switchblade Y'all n***as slimes, b*t*h-made TSF business, lil' n***a, we been paid I'm wreckin' b*t*hes for riches, no time for a renegade, on sauce These n***as got problems, we scoot up with cutters I been drippin', I be leavin' a puddle Alexander McQueen, I be clean like a bubble At the trap spot, it's just me and my buddies N***a play with the sauce, I scoot up with TECs I just seen a slime n***a wearin' a dress I'm out of town, n***a, where is the meds? I'm strapped up, got a MAC tucked N***a play with this sh*t, he gon' end up dead The opps seen us at the store and they fled Old scary-a** n***as don't want no playin' I'm ridin' with Glocks, FNs, and choppers I'm mixin' the Off-White with Versace I know it sound brazy, but n***a, I'm drippin' Pull up to the trap if you need a prescription These n***as are rats, these n***as police These n***as are sad, these n***as are weak I drip and I splash every time that I walk I drip and I splash every time that I talk We sittin' on leather, you touch one feather No question, we splash up and knockin' you off Real trap n***a, I got bricks in my wall And I got a whole army of shooters on call (Blah)
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