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Thank you Fizzle Smoov, what’s good baby? I been doing this sh*t these lil’ n*ggas dream about I popped a Perc’ now I feel like Jesus now F&N bullets knocking all my demons down A fuselage flyin’ with the eagles now Neiman Marcus shoppin’ I just spent a couple thousand My wrist look like I coulda bought a house wit’ it Yo’ b*t*h look astonished ‘cuz she seen my whole neck glistening Neck from England, b*t*h I put a whole pound on it Keep the snakes from ‘round me, don’t like judices around n*gga Smokin’ on za’, we don’t do the Black & Milds n*gga Play me like I’m sweet ‘cuz I’m up, we gon’ down n*ggas I’m really tired of all these goof troops and clown n*ggas Just becausе I got hit by your b*t*h don’t let that bother you I don’t know why you hit the b*t*h shе was [?] B*t*h I been a fly n*gga, even pilots knew it You can’t come around Gang ‘N Em ‘cuz we don’t tolerate juices And I only hit your b*t*h ‘cuz she was vibin’ to my music I play with F&Ns and sticks, we don’t tolerate foolishness He actin’ thirsty in the club, b*t*h who you with? She like “Ralfy, who you think you is? You be movin’ swift” You finna suck some d**k, I don’t care what mood you in She think just because I f**ked she movin’ in I plug Adderalls and Perc’, even got blues comin’ in She handed me some money ‘cuz she like the shoes I’m in (The Plug) Run up on The Plug? I wouldn’t do that You buyin’ fake drugs, I wouldn’t do that Wearin’ Fila wit’ Givenchys, I wouldn’t do that I’m a real street n*gga, I thought you knew that You a nerd, I’m a joint, I thought you knew that If he snap back he gon’ get his cap blew back Fake trippin’ on the ‘gram I wouldn’t do that You puttin’ boof in your wood, I wouldn’t do that Sh*t n*gga, you already know what the f**k goin’ on n*gga We ain’t finna do all that n*gga We know what the truth is n*gga, yeah Straight like that Here this n*gga go with this police sh*t again All headshots, why you R.I.P. my friend? Never talk to strangers I was taught that as a kid And even if the score even n*gga I’ma always win Who brought this n*gga in? (Sh*t) Wearin’ Jordans, mic’ up like MJ Shells left him dancin’ in the mirror like MJ This chop’ got a black belt, R.I.P. sensei Pu**y n*gga you are not a threat, I knew the n*gga wasn’t on sh*t when he shot a text “Bro, it was simply for the ‘gram, I thought that if I dissed you it’d bring me some more fans” “Bro I’m truly sorry, why you R.I.P. my friend?” Better luck next time but don’t try that sh*t again Look, first off - that never even happened That sh*t you talkin’ ‘bout really sounds like entrapment That’ll never happen even if I’m off a Batman Another reason I’ma end this song and stop rappin’ Stop cappin’, we done did that already Opps block, tops off, we done slid there already Four hunnid on my neck baby, everything creamy Like Ben & Jerry’s n*gga I’ll melt you, for real N*gga’s ain’t gon’ take a ring up off my finger No cellular devices when we slidin’ ‘cuz they pink ‘em (The Ruler)
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