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Twysted Genius, baby Get back, get back Yeah (Wop) Ha, yeah Ha Man, this sh*t crazy I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors This murder sh*t ain't nothin' to me, whackin' sh*t on the daily Lil' b*t*h say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' b*t*h she gave me Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager I see these n***as hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill I don't play detective games, they play, no, I don't play with them I don't freepick n***as, when I beef, I show no favoritism Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter Gucci Mane, it's Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the n***a But sh*t get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the n***a Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, n***a Police keep on tasin' n***as, one shot killed him, matched the n***a Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin', n***a No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the n***a Man, this sh*t crazy I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors This murder sh*t ain't nothin' to me, whackin' sh*t on the daily Lil' b*t*h say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' b*t*h she gave me Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these n***as some b*t*hes Makin' posts, sendin' threats and sh*t, where I'm from, man, it's snitchin' Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin' Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished My n***as ig'nant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this sh*t ridiculous We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin' Choppa Gang run the city Man, this sh*t crazy I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors This murder sh*t ain't nothin' to me, whackin' sh*t on the daily Lil' b*t*h say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' b*t*h she gave me Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
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