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On codeine we ain't tryin' We ain't playin' all that Amber alert, blrrt, blrrt Ha, nah, let me stop playin', you know what I'm sayin'? Stayed down for all of this sh*t ARP, he callin' it quits (Blrrt) Walk down, get to doggin' this sh*t Blrrt, got shot in his joggers and sh*t Told my ex b*t*h, "Jump off a cliff" I want cheddar, look at the flicka da wrist He better keep one up in his stick (Blrrt) Court down bad like Money Mitch But nah, I ain't sell out no bricks "Xan, why you keep slidin'? You better than this" f**k y'all, I ain't takin' lectures for sh*t Lambo Urus, I speed this b*t*h My shawty a 10, I'm the dream and sh*t I saw her body drop, I'm dreamin' sh*t "Can I take your order?" On some Kenan sh*t Make him disappear on some Jesus sh*t Take me to another place, I got a Glock with the fan HeyShootBaby off them Xans ARP, I might crash Hold up, they said they want the old Xan? Pump shotgun that shoot back an old man Shoot at my neighbor, I feel like Seth Rogan Let me hit you raw and put down the Trojan b*t*h n***a always tryna fake .45, bet a n***a won't fake I got juice in the cup, like Jay Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay More Life, he got hit with the Drac' sh*t goin' down, we uppin' the rate You wanted the pounds, we ain't givin' you eight My shooters, they look like soldiers ankle weight b*t*h wanna call my phone, you can wait I'm a fat n***a with a choppa, I can race In a church with the stick, oh, happy day We rob the plug for the racks in the safe Watch how I shoot, like J.R. Smith You ain't gettin' P's back, nah, you hit Four-hundred K on some showoff sh*t Walk in the store with some O-Dog sh*t You n***as be gay, go off, b*t*h My side b*t*h text me like, "No, he didn't" That not your stick, gun range you rented Funny how a whole app gon' make you missin' Feed a b*t*h in her mouth like a baby pigeon Before Corona, you better stay your distance Keep a hammer on me, I can build you a kitchen b*t*h don't know my name, then Google my image How you do it in the street, but don't do it in prison? I call up Woog, we gon' Uber some b*t*hes 2012 got jumped in the new Helly Hansen Put his ass in a box, now you Roddy Ricchin' look like the world of Guinness Got both of my b*t*hes like, "Girl, you trippin'" Dawg cook up the crack, like swirl and cinnamon I call up Shoot, you know he spin a Benz I slide in a coupe, this is an infinite I'm in Infinity Backdoor move, we ain't feeling his energy Divide the sh*t I have, call it symmetry That n***a dead, now he in a symmetry I meant cemetery Call in preliminaries Check my dictionary n***as actin' scary I don't f**k with y'all Matter fact, I don't f**k with none of y'all HeyShootBaby, y'all see what's goin' on I got a Glock in my drawers, hey
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