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(Damn Kai, you goin' crazy!) Uh, uh I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh My n***a right there, he gon' blow if he upset I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh (Uh, uh ,uh) Slide in traffic Next day, who died, what happened? Sh*t real life, no acting, we live a life so tragic Christian Dior, palm angels, he stay in his bag, uh My drip so godly, make an atheist mad And I might just put a body on this K when it blast Like a hotel, 'til he check out, we gon' stay on his a** Ride for the set, don't disrespect it Don't come outside with a vest, all headshots when we wet sh*t Blow his mind like he impressed, we ain't civilized we get treacherous In the blood puddle where he slept, he get baptized with this Wesson Another homicide you get stretched, now he wit' his guys up in heaven Won't apologize for his death, n***a should'a died, don't regret sh*t I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh My n***a right there, he gon' blow if he upset I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, huh Back then we was crackin' down on the opps We was stacking counts on that block Steady serving hard, like Patrick Star, tryna make a house out that rock Catch a n***a out of bounds, and he shot .30 put a lot of rounds in that Glock Let a n***a play around in my stomping grounds, he gon' play around and get stomped Stand over his body, that's a overkill Keep a lil' Demon by my side, because I know you will He off the X' but he gon' shoot it if he sober still Them hollow tips gon' hit his head, f**k up his motor skills, uh Slide till he wet Hit him, if he die, no regrets And the other side ain't a threat, really that's just what they type on the net Caught em tryna ride in the whip we gon send a n***a high with the jets And that .45 like a stylist, when it shoot a guy, get him dressed I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh My n***a right there, he gon' blow if he upset I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh
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