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Yuh RXK RXK, RXK, RXK RXK Yuh Yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Walk in that b*t*h and I'm throwing the stove Whip my wrist, it damn near broke Call the plug, need two of them b*t*hes My lawyer said I burnt too many bridges F**k the DA, he can suck d**k F**k my last plug, he can suck d**k N***a know damn well he ain't good in the hood Change my number, n***a, ain't this sh*t Chain on my neck, rings on my fingers Auntie, come here, pa** me the hanger Stimulus came, trap booming I need rehabilitation from the jeweler Unc' lip twitch, it taste like Kool-Aid That b*t*h taste like chicken shish kebab White boy strapped the f**k up, Cheddar Bob They calling my phone for nose candy Walk in that b*t*h with nose candy Lil' b*t*h gone off the nose candy Ain't no cakes in this b*t*h but I'm Little Debbie Strawberry shortcake like Little Debbie That b*t*h taste like spicy, picante Chain look like I married Beyoncé Lil'-a** Glock look like Kevin Hart Mariah Carey 30, break your heart Old fake-a** n***a tryna get me to buy it You faker than Nick Cannon drum lining This Henny and E pill f**k up my lining I'm throwing up, f**king up my lining B*t*h doing drugs and she tryna hide it If you hide your drugs then you're not my friend All my good licks, we friends Slitherman rob all his friends Walk in that b*t*h, look like Busta Rhymes Step out that b*t*h, look like Slick Rick Four gold rings like James Rick Nappy-a** 'fro, look like Kevin Nick Trap house play for the Knicks Dirty-a** n***a, TeejayX6 B*t*h nodding off, look like a lick Don't complain, you gon' get what you get I was short and gullible, lick on a zip Chain look like I hang with Lil' Flip Chain look like I rap with Rakim Glock look like I hang with Tom Cruise Boom, get on the floor, move Boom, cup so good, light up the room New Breed Trapper, the [?] Hold on, b*t*h, I'm 'bout to go Super Saiyan Twelve E pills, I'm Superman Pill pressure, I could press with my hands Hold the f**k up, Slitherman activated Murder, death, kill outta nowhere I wish all my opps in a wheelchair Beat a b*t*h with a crowbar, break your leg Slitherman back from the dead RXK, RXK, RXK See the plug go OT back same day Meet a b*t*h n***a, wrap his a** up same day RXK-K-K-K-K-K, RXK B*t*h, you like to rob? We the same I ain't got no friends, I'm strange I'm Tyson in his prime, eat your brain I done broke my wrist 'bout a hunnid times Auntie keep coming back 'bout a hunnid times B*t*h blew her nose off, did a hunnid lines I don't want yo weed, what the f**k is that kind? N***a said it's Runtz but I know he lying Tell his a**, "Turn around, b*t*h, I'ma rob you" I'ma tell him download my song when I rob him All black like, "Luke, I am your father" Sunday look like Regal Theatres I ask you to borrow but, n***a, I'm keeping They said that I'm lowdown and devious Stupid-a** Glocks like B***-Head and Beavis When I up that b*t*h, sound like B***-Head and Beavis If I robbed you, I'm sorry, I had to do it If I thought you was gon' snitch, I had to shoot you I ain't even gon' lie, I just wanted to do it I'm the youngest n***a that they call "OG" Walk in the police station, shoot police Free Bam, stab police Tie a opp up, beat out his knees Don't play with me, unc', I'll kill yo nephew Mavado Glock, I'm so special Two Glocks like two teachers, I'm special Y'all washed up rats like 38 Special This a 9 milli', not a .38 Special On a Sunday, got thirty-eight specials Come get a deal, b*t*h, we got specials Retarded wrist, they say that it's special I'ma be the same when I met you Nephew Leatherface, Hannibal Lecter I told you before I'll kill my brother You know that I looped that sh*t Stimulus just came yesterday, unc' got it and just ran through that sh*t That n***a, he know damn well he not no killer, go ahead and do that sh*t Up that glick, don't care who he with Auntie and unc' who I'm cooling with So many bullets, a cooling kit Up that glick, start doing sh*t Stop that sh*t, you ain't fooling sh*t Trap house jump like Ewing did Lil'-a** Glock, that puny sh*t AR look like brooms and sh*t some sh*t Don't f**k with him or all that goofy sh*t On the first of the month I be feeling like I'm famous I prayed to Allah they don't came and raid it You're not pulling up, what the f**k are you saying? You don't want smoke? We can make some arrangements I come through with twenties and change them for hunnids I don't get complaints from Jakes for nothing My auntie don't really like when I be cussing Yo auntie my auntie, n***a, we cousins They all on my body, they love how I do it New batch drop like I drop music I'm not falling asleep, I got my shoes on I got that glick on my hip, n***a, I'm cooling Thumbing through five and tens, eating noodles Lil' b*t*h hungry, told her eat some noodles Fake-a** b*t*h can't make noodles Straight drop taste like oriental noodles Dope from the eighties, new breed, new school Keep six feet distance, I will shoot you Yo money short? I forgot English Like a Spanish n***a, I forgot English Go get the f**k out my face when them fake-a** prices My chain look like ratchet b*t*hes fighting Chain louder than a baldhead b*t*h Beat the pot like a baldhead b*t*h My chain shining like a baldhead b*t*h Glock look like a lil' ponytail Glock sound like a b*t*h from the hood off Section 8 with a lil' ponytail Glock sound like a b*t*h with twelve kids Glock sound like a drunk pregnant b*t*h AR-15 sound like auntie when she thought stimulus wasn't coming Got my name in yo mouth, DJ Akademiks They in the house, they not really in it These n***as in the house dissing n***as These n***as move like they Akademiks They want fame, DJ Akademiks Paying for pu**y, DJ Akademiks They d**k in the booty, DJ Akademiks Fake-a** clout, DJ Akademiks Headtop a n***a, leave him in a blog These n***as in the house writing blogs Ho-a** n***a pillow talking Up that Glock, Macaulay Culkin This good White Runtz got me coughing The way I'm driving, you can tell I'm saucing All the opps sad, hurt, and soft Pew-pew-pew, ambulance, call 'em Feel like Kodak when he got freed Feel like Kodak buying a gun Smoke K2 like Kodak Black Retarded .9 like Kodak Black They let me free like Kodak Black I was in a cell till my matt' was flat 'Fore I ever let them n***as send me back They gon' have to do me like I'm Bernie Mac Hold up, I smell something That pu**y, these n***as telling for nothing He pu**y, he won't pull up for nothing These n***as be hating, these n***as be jealous They get caught up then tell on they homies Rob a n***a like he not my homie Them fake-a** stories be phony I'm the real deal-deal, Tuff Tony I'm by myself but I'm not though Five rings but I'm not Kobe Better watch the n***a, that is not yo homie I hear that voice, what grandmama told me They said that I'm bugging, I said that I'm sane I'm not sleeping for nothing and booted for days Find out where you live, pull up where you stay Him or me like Barbarian Days Pack not good, no sh*t, no shame Unc' in the trap, 120 Days Pulled out a Glock, spit in yo face You sit on yo a**? You should be ashamed F**k a PS4, I'm not no game Bullet size of a PS5, hit yo face I will take my palm and slap yo face These fake-a** gangsters be pa**ing the mint, yuh RXK, RXK, KKK, yuh Yuh, yuh Ayy Ayy Yuh
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