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FOURTH GEAR CYPHER
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What? Grrt, what? Yeah, ready Yeah (Highspeed) What? Huh Ayy, woah (Slayer) Shut up, n***a, we finna be up there Bye-bye, n***a, you finna be on there (Fye, fye) N***a, you finna be done there Chopper volcano, it's finna erupt there Why n***as actin' so fruity? I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah) Walk in that b*t*h like a menace I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah) I’m taking over, goin' over everythin' They not gon' stand in my way My n***as [?] Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made And you finna get rolled like Rocky We the best with it (What?) We the best with it (Yeah) We the best with it (What?) We the best with it (Yeah) Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh You are not gettin' that b*t*h back I'm finna pa** my biggest song But you know there will still be a mix-match Movin' [?], but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah) Walk with that b*t*h 'cause I wet it up You know my show never regular Tell my why the f**k you think I'ma make it up? Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna bake it up Got some water on my sh*t, finna lake it up Don't even matter because my shorty like Selena You know that the Glock finna shake it up Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah Never too much (Yeah) Never too much (Woah) Never too much (What?) Never too much B*t*h, I'm on top of my sh*t B*t*h, I'm on top of my sh*t I don't know why these n***as be talkin' on me But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit And I'm uppin' that fire, b*t*h, I'm uppin' that I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that I hit her once, I ain't callin' back Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun Goin' straight to the top, b*t*h, I need number one I—I hit an opp with the blicky Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun Ten tryna pin me, I go on the run They tryna talk at all, not tryna talk at all I hit the gas and it f**k up my lungs Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about? He play with gang and that n***a is done I said the beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot These n***as really ain’t none "How much you spend?" Like a band or two I'm in a Bentley coupe, never worry about my funds She ate my d**k like an edible, she say I'm edible I ball hard just like the Sun Play with the gang and I'm [?] you B*t*h, I went up and now these b*t*hes just like to suck Woah, Yankee with no brim Yeah (Bop) She wanna watch how I get all the bands I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt) If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah She wanna watch how I get all the bands I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt) If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And you know I rock hard, that's how I'm comin' I feel like Manson, don't give a sh*t (Yeah) Go through your b*t*h like a runway She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist I know what I'm gonna be someday Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Your b*t*h all—) Your b*t*h all up on me, yes, she been hands on I feel like Elon, you see me blast off That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah) Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Woah) I’m rockin' out with your b*t*h (Woah) I feel like I'm Nirvana, no, I am not talkin' no guitar (Woah) My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Woah) If you talkin' sh*t, then we aim with that graah-tah (Woah) I'm gon' make it, that's on my momma (Woah) I got your b*t*h naked, she callin' me father Shut up, n***a, we finna be up there Bye-bye, n***a, you finna be on there (Fye, fye) N***a, you finna be done there Chopper volcano, it finna erupt there Why n***as actin' so fruity? I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah) Walk in that b*t*h like a menace I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah) I’m taking over, goin' over everythin' They not gon' stand in my way My n***as [?] Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky I'm makin' some sh*t like Rockstar Made And you finna get rolled like Rocky I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp a** b*t*h Homicide, homicide, homicide
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