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Y'all tryna make a next motherf**kin' scene up in here, huh? It's f**king Shmurda she wrote (Ah-ah-ahh) How much Shmoney's that? Heavy hitter (Nah-ah-ahh! Ah-ahh!) Grr-r-r-r! Jahlil Beats, holla at me And Chewy, I'm some hot n***a (Hot n***a) Like I talk to Shyste when I shot n***as (What's good?) Like you seen him twirl, then he drop, n***a (Seen him drop!) And we keep them nine millis on my block, n***a And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped n***as And Trigger, he be wilding, he some hot n***a Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, n***a Try to run down and you can catch a shot, n***a Running through these checks 'til I pa** out (Pa** out) And shorty give me nеck 'til I pa** out (Pa** out) I swear to God, all I do is cash out (All I do) And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house! I been sеlling crack since like the fifth grade (Like the fifth grade) Really never made no difference what the sh*t made (What the sh*t made) Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain (How to maintain) Get that money back and spend it on the same thang Shawty like the way that I ball out (Ball out) I be getting money 'til I fall out (Fall out) You talking cash, dog, I goes all out (All out) Shorty love the way that I floss out (Floss out!) Free Greezy, though, let all of my dogs out (Let my dogs out) Mama said no pu**ycats inside my doghouse (Pu**y n***a) That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound (Huh) Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em With M16s, we gon' put some shots on 'em I send a lil' thot to send the drop on him (Send it, send it) She gon' call me up and I'ma sic the hots on him (And I'ma, and I'ma) Grimey savage, that's what we are (We are) Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star (Star) GS9, I go so hard (Hard) But GS for my gun squad (That's for my gun squad) And, b*t*h, if it's a problem, we gon' gun-brawl (Bow n***a!) Shots popping out the AR (B-B-B-Bow, n***a!) I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Rod (B-B-B-Bow, n***a!) Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark Tell them n***as free Meeshie, ho (Free Meeshie) SUBwave, free Breezy, ho (Free Breezy, ho) And tell my n***as, Shmurda teaming, ho (Shmurda teaming, ho) Mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago F**k with us and then we tweaking, ho, tweaking, ho Run up on that n***a, get to squeezing, ho, squeezing, ho Everybody catching bullet holes, bullet holes (B-B-B-Boom!) N***as got me on my bully, yo, bully, yo I'ma run up, put that gun on him (That gun on him) I'ma run up, go dumb on him (Dumb on him) N***as got me on that young sh*t (That young sh*t) Got me on that go-dumb sh*t (Dumb sh*t) Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya chick I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came 'round (Came 'round) Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down And I just caught that body like a week ago (Week ago) Real quick, click clack, get to freakin', ho She want some hot n***a chillin' out in Mykonos Or thot n***as all summer, every weekend, ho (All summer) I ain't no killer but don't push me, yo (Don't push me, yo) I had 'em killers in yo' bushes, yo (Bushes, yo) Them trick n***as splurge on the pu**y, yo (Uh) You give me one day, I'll Purge on that pu**y, yo You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade (Fifth grade) Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played (Uh) On my '90s flow, n***a, Young OG sh*t (Young OG sh*t) On my GSC, Meet the Family sh*t Can't hold you forever, you gon' get a date (Get a date, uh) Tell 'em free my n***a Critter Mate (Critter Mate) Hold ya head to all my n***as in the state (Hold ya head) D-Block, GS9, n***a, get it straight (Get it straight) Got the semi and fully on me (Fully on me, brrrrr) Gloves, mask and a hoodie on me 'Case we need to steal a V, I got the pully on me (Yeah) I know you shocked, right? They got me on bully, homie (Bully, homie, ahh) It's fake love 'cause they really hatin' (Really hatin', yeah) For my downfall, they really waitin' (Really watin', yup) 100 yardies, a 100 Haitians (Boop!) I'm a hot n***a by affiliation Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil' bid Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them coppers sh*t All this money in my pocket, you might think I sold a brick I got four hoes and some Hen', some low pros on my Benz And if I catch that n***a slippin', I'ma shut him down Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds, better cool out I'm nice with the hands, you keep talkin' that sh*t, I'll knock you out A n***a be pickin' you up off of the ground for thinkin' you 2Pac And shawty give me neck 'til I pa** out And she just gettin' checks 'cause her a** out Makin' money, gotta be the fast route B*t*h, if you ain't f**kin', better get yo' a** out Pow, pow, that chopper make him Diddy Bop (Diddy Bop) Free Slice Billy, let my billy rock (Free Slice Billy, lil' b*t*h) And free A-billi, let A-billi out (Let A-billi out, b*t*h) When Flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock (Bloaw, bloaw) Made Diddy shmoney dance right on Biggie block (Right on Biggie block) Make him bring 100 bands and the city out (Bring the city out, bih') When French pull up in that brand new Yacht (Ha) Watch me slide off with ya thot (Ha) 'cause I'm worth about a milli now N***as think 'cause we dancin' 'round, n***as won't get shot (Bloaw) That's Bobby Shmurda, not Bobby Brown, known to pop up on the block (Bloaw, bloaw) These pu**y n***as better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot (That thot) And these f**k n***as don't come around 'cause they know they gon' get shot (Hahaha) F**k around and get ya sh*t popped Like hangin' out too long on 91st and Winthrop (Bloaw!) See, you the type to probably get got (It's a joke, n***a) See, this where all the f**kery n***a sh*t stop (Ah!) Shawty climb this money mountain to the tip-top (Get it) Throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (Watch) Stayed with the heat, they call me Chris Bosh Angry 'cause n***as see me leavin' they b*t*h block (Uhhh) Shout my n***a Web, shout my n***a Luger Free my n***a Smiles, free my n***a Scooter I suggest you probably pray to Buddha Conglomerate and GS9 n***as full of shooters Let's talk about a hot n***a My dogs'll sit and rot, n***a (Rot, n***a) F**k the judge, we never cop, n***a (F**k) Who the first to bring that Lambo on the block, n***a? (Skrrt) Poppin' Aces in the studio with Bobby 'nem (Shmurda) Before all the labels started callin' him (I heard 'em) 'Cause b*t*h, I understand him 'cause I'm one of them (I am) So know you hatin' on me if you hatin' on 'em (Bang, bang, bang) Memphis shooters, that's who we are (We are) Made a million out a gla** jar (Beep!) Cocaine, I got dope bars (Dope bars) My n***a Snootie just caught a gun charge (Hey!) F**k a law, we gon' ride strapped, b*t*h (Strapped, b*t*h) We be 'bout that beef, f**k that rap sh*t (F**k) And free my n***a Meek, I'm on my Philly sh*t (Free my n***a Meek) And my New York b*t*h from Dyckman, she Dominican (Hey!) Mi see di whole world a dance Mi see di whole world a sing Shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign Mi see di whole world a dance Mi see di whole world a sing Shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign Dem a do it inna Bronx, Queens, inna Brooklyn Shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign Dem a do it inna Europe, Japan and ting Shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign This a murder, woye Junior Reid and Bobby Shmurda, woye This a one a murder, woye Junior Reid and Bobby Shmurda, woye Too too tway! This is what we hot, gangsta nuh play One blood mi seh nuh bother come inna mi way This is what we hot, gangsta nuh play Shmurda dance a mash up, Miami, L.A Murder, woye Junior Reid and Bobby Shmurda, woye This a dance a take it further, woye Junior Reid and Bobby Shmurda, woye Too too tway! Shmurda Dem-Dem fi know seh man a real killer Diss-Diss di set, mi shot inna yuh face, n***a Broad daylight, yo, mi got di grave bigger Seh a word, blood a run like gun [?] X-X got di chop, mek it clap N***as fall and n***as die and n***as drop Shoulda know seh dem a yute nuh tek chat Shoulda know seh dem a yute nuh tek chat Thousand shot a nothin', mek mi tell yuh supm If yuh think yuh bad, pu**yhole just touch a b***on Buss him throat like mutton, wi nuh [?] b***on If yuh think dem shootas, left dem engine runnin' Just-Just mek a duppy 'bout a week ago Don't yuh mek di dancing fool yuh though Shot di bwoy from him head to him pinky toe, pinky toe Welcome to di Shmurda show Colombian neck tie, a wi first at dat If yuh think ah lie, bwoy gwaan go ask [?] Badman police, informer get shot Informer dweet boy, you fi know dat Thousand shot a nothin', mek mi tell yuh supm If yuh think yuh bad, pu**yole just touch a b***on Buss him throat like mutton, wi nuh [?] b***on If yuh think dem shootas, left dem engine runnin' We don't go looking for no answers We get it done (A mad ting) Brooklyn, motherf**king gangster (A joke thing) Squeezing the gun Revenge is like the city, so [?] getting pu**y, yuh know I just caught a body, got my real killers with me, yuh know When I run up in yuh house wid di banana clip Got my finger on my trigger, I be bussing it When I run up in yuh house wid di banana clip If it ain't about the shmoney, wi ain't touching it Cold blooded murder Gully God and Shmurda Who buss di biggest gun you and your crew have heard of? We at the top and yes, wi still gon' take it further Sky is the limit If yuh ain't no street n***a, why sing it? If yuh wanna f**k around, I'ma bring it If yuh see mi in a fight wid di bear, I'ma win it Gi dem every ting weh di Glock point Dem neva tell yuh seh nuh play wid ah Hot Skull Diss mi, ah same time mi a crack skull An' dem cyaan ketch mi astray, mi nuh dat dumb Yuh nah fi ask if mi got gun Diss me inna white and mi kill yuh wid ah black gun Gangstas shoot up yuh party fi have fun Walk wid mi 'K and people nuh stop run Shmurderer, Glock bredda Gyal deh yah, Mac deh yah, Askella Dem seh dem strap, but mi strap better Nuh strap metal, fat Bere', Beretta Shot fly through bwoy sweater Gyal gimmi head pon a drive-by, feel better Mi skull hot, yuh see? Call it hot pepper Bobby Shmurda ah hot stepper, hot stepper I got signed, ain’t sh*t change I still sell crack, cocaine, loud and mid grade N***as talking money ,ain’t bank nothing yet N***as talking bout killing, ain’t stank nothing yet When a n***a slide whole hood said they heard I did it Threw the throwaways in the air like a Shmurda fitted N***a got them hundreds and they coming for your neck B*t*h, I’m about a hundred, what the f**k is 50 Cents? Sold so much dope, man, I should've been the plug Down with S double M, man, I should've been a blood Rolling choppa in the club, but it should've been a slug Tried to be a rapper, but I should've been a thug Self made definition, razorblade on the dishes Hoes let me cut, razorblade on them b*t*hes Gunplay, “Mr. Bible on the Dash” Don Logan, “Mr. Rifle in the Stash” I’m a real n***a, ain’t scared of the law Ain’t scared of y'all or what yall yelling out ya jaw AK flip clip, that’s a mini Draco Swinging that thing like Jose Canseco Lil Jack Boy, he a hot boy (hot) Put the cent 50, she my new toy (skrt) Really I'm the plug, extension cord (plug, plug) Really I got doves hidden in the fort (its hidden in the fort) Beefing with me a contact sport Gave it to him raw, now I'm goin' to court Cold world, got me clutchin' on the toy (got me clutchin' on it) Head first, been dove off the porch I be sack chasin' till I pa** out (pa** out) Gamble with my life till I crap out (crap out) Road runnin', I done took a fast route Cash ain't fit the fold, I done brought a bag out Brought the racks out, I done brought your stash out (bling) Like a Boy Scout, I be makin' knots now (knots) Project baby, stick-up kid, ran up in your house (ran in it) Ran in for them bands and went all out Lil buddy fell in love with a Noya boy (Noya boy) No fever, he a hot boy (hot boy) Green dot, call for my n***a Roy (Roy) Free my homeboy, he never comin' home boy With Koby them, swish we ball above the rim (swish) We flexin', like we just got out the gym (flex, flex) Hittin' licks, oouu I'm still finessin' them (I'm still finessin' them) Pockets full of bread, oouu still stuffin' them (I'm gettin' hungry now) Sittin' on the throne, got my a** up off the court (got it up) Paper chase, get the f**k up out my way (move) Red bottom kill the scene, check the murder rate Did him dirty, can I get a clean slate? F**k her in the shower, no Mimi (no Mimi) Wipe me down when we done, she a neat freak (she a neat freak) Hit it one time, no repeat Call Uber, I send her back to palm beach Stick-up kid, I be totin' AR's (AR) Ahead of my time, I rock Audemars (I rock Audemar) F**k a dub, throwin' 30's on a foreign car (on a foreign car) F**k a basic b*t*h, I only f**k foreign broads (she's a foreign broad) If you didn't know, it's still free Kodak though (free Kodak though) If you didn't know, I'm ballin like I'm goin' pro (he ballin' though) She asked why I'm turnt in the studio (why you like that?) B*t*h, I just got out bout a week ago (week ago) I'm the sh*t bae, I could act a a**hole (bling) New wave, watch how the cash flow Go Rambo, gun full of ammo Chopper light the jits up like a candle (light it up) Really in the field, I'm bout action (action) I be callin' plays, Demare Jackson Ride down on you, shootin' on sight At the red light, I gave em' the green light First of all no im not a hot n***a middle of the trenches in the drop n***a , glizzy gang we motherf**king cop killers. met every rap n***a they are not hittasrs Im heading to the ? its a raw house 20 bands for a show she bout fall out Feds see twenty bricks when they hit the house Couple n***as run they mouth knowin they can't call out Jays on my feet youve nevah seen them though Chain look I just won the Superbowl I dont talk to the plug on the speaker phone They just snatched Meek bout a week ago I Do not wear truks or Tommy Hilfiger N***as be like they f**kin dont even chill wit us I be in the field with some real n***as I get hank and im the king of the hill n***a (trey-seven) When it comes to dc its just me and the skins But we just got d jackson so lets se whats up with that Call up your homie crush will have a slug fest Im selling scramble coke and smack scoota up next ? and i bought my b*t*h a ? Shoulda seen her when we got her she was twerking Get the purple and my glizzy's get to merking ? throw some money dance with birdman Law 3 on the way Sobrepase los primeros niveles y las expectativas Que me critiquen no hace que pare, hace que siga El éxito solo es cuestión de cuenta regresiva Tres, dos, uno ahora todos quieren mi vida No es que le quiera meter, ni que improvise Que le meta cabrón y sin miedo y cada vez que parta una pista los pise Mala mía si al hacer eso hice, so' no dejo que esto se frizen No fue mala fe como Tego tuve matarlo yo nunca lo quise Saldrán doscientos freestyles, cada cual con su estilo Ya mismo vamos pa' arriba, así que los míos tranquilo' Mi flow es como la coca, la traficamos por kilo Vamos pal f**king cofre, así que péguense pal filo O se van hacia el fondo del abismo No les veo corona están viendo espejismo Metete a Karate, o atletismo Porque decir que le mete' y meterle no es lo mismo Chamaquitos como ustede' aqui no duran Las cuentas de SoundCloud, ya mismo se las clausuran Que están bien cabrón, es lo que ustedes juran Pero lo' oído es lo que me torturan Las jevas de ustedes por mi es que procuran Escuchan mis temas y hasta en Snapchat se desnudan Dios te descansa, conmigo es que se curan ¿Que son mejor que yo? Son muchos los que lo dudan Hot n***a, 'tamo prendi'o en fuego Sepa' que este season obliga'o entramo' al juego Estamos aquí pero, no se si luego Se adelante el viaje y llego pego porque pego No me critique ni le eche culpa a mi ego ¿No te date cuenta?, ere' sordo y ciego Esto es letra pa' lo tiempos de Eddie y Tego Agárrense cabrones, que ya mismo yo despego Las canciones hasta se me escriben sola' Igual que los phillies que ya mismo solo enrola Letra negra raya blanca pa' la chola La voz mas cabrona que ha pasa'o por la consola Si esto fuera U.S.A yo fuera Obama Si esto fuera las torres gemelas, yo fuera Osama Si esto fuera Colombia yo fuera Pablo Si esto fuera el infierno, yo fuera El Diablo I got that yola, baking soda, need a pot, n***a (I need a pot) I could hit you from the roof, you in that drop, n***a (Grrrrah!) No love life, this thug life, I feel like Pac n***a (Feel like Pac) Like f**k the man, I tuck them grams up in my sock, n***a (True story) In CT, like El-Amin, we used to move the rock (Move it) Free my young'un, Trav, they said he tried to shoot a cop (Free Trav) They washed up, I clean 'em all; don't make me use a mop (Clean 'em up) The Ds raided so we set up in a newer spot (A new block) Runnin through the kush, I light the sour up (Light it!) Leave a n***a soaking wet, shoot the shower up Block on fire, NYPD put that tower up Project n***a ripping hoodrats, now I model-f**k (Facts!) Agh! Trapping like the 80s, think I'm Richard Porter (Rich) Black Rolls drop, now I could hit ya daughter (Haa!) Loc' up in the kitchen tryna whip a quarter (Loc'!) Charlie locked in Jacksonville, I'm tryna get to Florida (Free Charlie) On Freaky, I'm the hottest n***a on the earth (Freak!) Ain't had a job in years, but sh*t, I'm going to work (Work) Me and Druggy talking murder, probably on a Perc (Perc) You was with him a day ago, now he on your shirt (Blah!) N***as on the east say, "East, you need to blow!" Molly powder and Dasani got me tweakin, ho (Tweaking, ho) Disrespecting Potent, you get Peter Rolled (Brrr-r-r!) I seen two n***as get stretched out like a week ago (Facts!) 1199, they with helicopters My n***a took me to his trunk and showed me hella choppers We played riverbank, grilling steak, and got hella lobster (Lobster) I'm from the border; whatever you order, n***as got it (Eastside!) Runnin through these streets with the mac out (Mac out) Called Lethal, he told me, meet him at Mack house (Mack house) Any beat I ever get on, I'ma black out (Black out) If it's that time of month, suck me 'til I pa** out I been selling diesel since Towson, n***a Dave East, I come from public housin n***a (True story) Get out my face, I need some space, don't ever crowd a n***a (Never) Shouts to my DC b*t*h, f**ked her at Howard, n***a (Ahhh!) And tell my n***as free Charlie, ho Someway, free Bully, ho (Free Bully!) Forty-five under my hoodie, ho (Four-five!) Don't make me put your name on this bullet, yo (Yo!) Pull it, yo! You pulled it out, but scared to pull it though (Scared to pull it, though) This nine'll turn them braids into a mullet, though (Brr-r-r-r!) A lot of nights was in them bookings, though (Bookings, though) Shouts to my n***as out in Brooklyn, ho (Brooklyn) We gon' pull up like we working out (Working out) I text John, told him, "Send a package of purple out" The devil got me, couldn't tell you what that church about Beefing in my city, I'm partying with the burner out It's a wrap when that Seen It All drop, n***a 16 tracks in a ziploc, n***a One listen, you can whip a wrist***ch, n***a Said it to my second, streets back on lock, n***a Can (?) a 100K, you want a co-sign? Your song featuring me, that's a co-sign When my new sh*t drop, it gonna take the world N***a, if yo' b*t*h ain't bad, you should change your girl I was dreamin' 'bout them ends in the fifth grade 8-ball, lunchbox, n***a gettin' paid Why you in the booth, when you tell it to the stove Hardest sh*t I heard, was Seen It All (?), ho Ain't that beautiful, you the boy, Ross and Game Every time my b*t*h here, she say go insane (?) cognac, look at how I flip-flop It's real life, f**kboy, this ain't hip hop 15 told me go hard, (?) lane Slick P told me show 'em that it ain't a game (?) with YG about a week ago He was overseas, he might have been (an ignant?), ho Bounce right back, cause I'm a hustler, n***a F**k your favorite rapper, he a buster, n***a Me and Wiz selling sh*t out like it's Woodstock Ten years, five albums, wish I would stop Last night, 20,000 hands in the air N***a rappin' 'bout them bricks, they don't even care Graduated with the model, check my resume For the Lamborghini, Jizzle drove a Chevrolet 17 years old with a pack, n***a 17 years old with a sack, n***a Hit that Lexus dealer then I cashed out Then I bought that double R for my trap house Shout out to my second, n***a (?) Slick P, what's happening? YG, what's happening? West side Then I bought that double R for my trap house Seen it all Still here 15 summers I been ballin since d baby hummers You wanna talk to me talk numbers I ain’t tryna see you, Stevie Wonder I’m just tryna pay ma child support, mayne And still have some leftover baller change See I came a long way from rippin wood grain An rap about ma new lil piece of change Nowadays I be pullin up like a boss Cars still cost more than a house Used to steal cars livin on an off Now everything I drive is paid off I be hoppin out d Ghost with 2 trophies Walkin in d crib got em carrying groceries B*t*h I’m d boss, you can’t coach me Betta get yo weight up befo’ you come approach me Thugga! (thugga, thugga) Hey! (hey, hey) Look (look) See what I’m sayin mayne, now we got trophies (got trophies) Yea they didn’t think we got trophies (got trophies) Hey!(hey, hey, hey) I been rockin rollies since the small faces I been had d grill when you had braces I’m shakin out snakes avoidin all cases Tryna make anotha mill still paper chasin You can stay broke if you want to But I’m addicted to gettin me some’n new That’s why you see me ridin clean like I do Fresh kicks, fresh fit, new b*t*h too You only get one life betta ball n***a F**k settlin for less, I want it all n***a I’m too tall to do anything small n***a That’s why my AKA boss hog n***a I done seen it all done it all twice I feel like I’m goin on ma third life If you real you should take this advice Grind hard till you get yo paper right Live a boss life n***a (n***a) Young Chachi be that hot n***a Even my sister's with the sh*ts, I seen her sock n***as D. Cole, fiends suck it up like Popsicles Young gunnas pull up busting off a tricycle Clear the scene, turn your block into a ghost town They all gone, all you talkin' to is ghosts now No losses, n***a, all we know is victories Need a pound? I had him meet me right on Century He said, "How much you got?" I told him, "Barry Bond" Loud and it's boomin', sh*t is cherry bomb Do my stuff, take a flight, I'm on American First cla**, three ounces in the carry-on B*t*h, I been the n***a since the fifth grade When I ran up on Big Jason with the switchblade He scared to death, bro bro, you can smell the sh*t stains Not ‘cause I'm hard, I had to prove his a** was b*t*h-made I'm hungry, I wonder what your b*t*h made (She cooking) Key word, we ain't bothered by the shift change Diamond Lane Republic, all in NY, thuggin' My guys, Jeezy and Young and Mase swoop up in something foreign Hop up in them 'Raris then we smash out Just see your b*t*h behind, she got her pa**ed out Five figure discount before I take a handout Park the 'Raris, we about to pull the Lams out Free Miller, though, young cracking my n***a, Hoota Release date coming soon, I pray you see it sooner Young Nick rollin' up J's, my n***a, lucky sleep My new b*t*h push a Jeep, I f**k her twice a week No, we don't do Felice, my meals is takeout Stash rules, put more in than what you take out We out here clocking Feragamos with the lace out B*t*hes watching like the police on a stakeout Yo, n***a, you's a mark like Sanchez Cali king, I ain't talking 'bout no mattress And your b*t*h a ho, I treat her like a sneaker show Had her on the king, coming like a week ago It’s Gunz. Shout to my BK n***as Shmurda what up n***a? Let’s get it Cory, he some hot n***a They caught me with the Taurus not the Glock n***a Yall n***as too loud feds watch n***as Find me with me blazers bussin shots n***a Ain’t nothin open for you but the shop n***a We get jiggy bussin jugs bussin chops n***a Got some n***as doin life doing shop n***a They be shooting at the cops n***a Free Teezy ho, free my n***a Scat, Free fleezy yo You know we countin up when yall back out And if she on da flow Imma go in dat mouuuuuth You stupid if you think you got me slippin boy Ask about me I be grippin boy! Scorin Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen boy You could keep the ho, I’m bout this chicken boy! AK47 at your squadron. You be quick to give me to the sergeant I do the shmoney dance and I dodge itttttt Then I pistol-whip you like the chargers I feel like a hundred thousand million. A project of the section 8 I’m really in Put on the plate, you chow now. Fresh out the box, take a towel blow down, POW! No pause either cuz he strapped now. Breeze movin P’s out the trap now I told my n***a Charlie “yo I’mma turn it up”. Don’t need a hunnit n***as just a couple real as us B*t*h. I’m a thug n***a. Razors blades, with those in the club n***a If it ain’t a pistol, it’s a snub n***a. Whoever got a issue it’s a dub n***a Drinked out and I’m ridin out wit yo b*t*h Walking my hater straight to that frank stand They don’t gotta bump, my sh*t talkin cause that strap to go break dance. Like a bad deal, I’m rip off em. B*t*h stop it put yo face on yo b*t*h chest like it’s a locket Got an extra shell in my fifth pocket for the seventh n***a that sh*t poppin Young Money that sh*t poppin, yo sh*t droppin, yo sh*t floppin No bullsh*t. I don’t talk feelings; with kindness I make soft killings That last single I was on really sold 3.5, 4 milli. Like take that pop bang, no payback don’t play with me. Google me, I’m hot n***a, that 9 milla stay with me So dead that, a** back. You’ll die if I don’t get that bread back, too tired for that bed nap, well I’m getting high as that head crack These n***as ain’t got no style, running round on my old swag That’s so bad, y’all throw this sh*t like y’all run around with my whole bag. Got one thing clear bout Gunna, hear a f**king thing bout Gunna. (I air nut sling mouth runnin like shots into they outcomers n***a!) Uhhh i let it spray-spray If i don't got it Wap got the AK RemyBoyz everyday payday Choppa hit the floor You do the nae-nae Its Zoowap and Monty Man that choppa hit em Like a 9 piece And you know where to find me I don't need a deal RemyBoyz signed me And i be smoking pounds like a hippy thought D**k a b*t*h down that's for any ho Got ya b*t*h walkin' on her tippy-toes I guess she wanna be a Remy Ro 1738 n***a we got hittas every state n***a Swear to god they'll put ya in ya place n***a Uh' send ya to a better place n***a I'm with gritty,I'm with dicey,I'm with durk n***a If i pull it out I'm shootin' first n***a I be in the trap till the first n***a My b*t*h a pull it right up out her purse n***a Shawty wanna f**k with a trap star Baby that ain't nothing that's my trap car Only woods we don't do the backyards And you can get the 40 if you act hard Ah and the like RemyBoyz some hot n***as Big Monty and ZooWap n***a Catch a op hit'em up watch'em drop n***a I rather use the K the bullets make em drop quicker Look i remember days as a broke n***a I couldn't f**kin' eat So i became a go get ta' I pistol whip you if you say that imma' broke n***a I throw 5 pair a Robins at you broke n***as (boy) You can't even afford my hooptie When i'm stressed i get head while i smoke a loosie I ain't worried big bread n***as know i'm gucci 1738 got me feelin' groovy Roll a 40 in a wood that's a f**kin' doobie Call me MM ill Wap cause i keep the toolie You f**kin' with a bum u know that n***a groofy Bruce Leroy a n***a bullet where tooth be Robin Wap let my wings fly Backwoods they know he high B*t*h get up on ya knees on ya knees ma Look I put it in her mouth then i skid off If its a problem grab the 40 or the choppa n***a I'm eating good shrimp scampi with the pasta n***a Smokin' dope fanta leaves like a rasta n***a RemyBoyz top ranked check the roster n***a SQUAD! I pull up on your thot, n***a Knock the pu**y out the box n***a Bring her to the squad, then she top n***as You fell in love with the broad, she a pop n***a And you a sucker, you got got n***a Out here cuffing all these hoes, you a cop n***a And shorty only want you for your guap n***a Shorty only f**kin' me cause I'm a hot n***a Macking with your chick, she got her a** out I beat the pu**y 'til she pa** out I swear to god, all she do is splash out And ho you gotta go, now get up out my trap house I think I been gay since like the first grade And sh*t I been getting b*t*hes since the third grade F**kin' hoes, gettin' money, how I maintain She said the only team she f**k with is the Pain Gang Shorty like the way that I ball out I'ma eat the pu**y 'til she fall out I just wanna see what your jaws 'bout Not your nose, not your chin, I want all mouth She freaky though, I f**ked her at my dog's house She said she love it when I hit the pu**y dog style N***a I would take your b*t*h like the dog pound And have her laid up in my bed with her thumbs out I'ma pull up in that Chevy like a cop on 'em Now I got your b*t*h attention like a shot wanted She wanna eat the t*** so I put my box on her My phone ringing, yo who that? that's your thot callin' F**k buddies, that's what we are My strap game make 'em retard When I use the strap I go so hard I got your b*t*h yellin' oh god She walk around with no panties, no bra You can see that a** from way far Poetic justice braids, she let 'em hang out If that pu**y right then I'ma f**k her brains off She ain't loyal, she a sneaky ho Go away, please leave me ho And hell nah I ain't gon' eat it ho You just f**ked my team about a week ago These b*t*hes buggin', they be tweakin' ho Turn around, shake that a**, let me squeeze it ho All these n***as out here cuffing hoes I'ma pimp it, I ain't cuffing those I just f**k 'em and have fun on 'em That pu**y hot like the sun on 'em N***as hating on that f**k sh*t Cause I make they b*t*hes c*m quick Haaaannnn Made my first mil, start tweaking, ho Tell my old b*t*h, I ain't speaking, ho Montana, I'm a block n***a Heard they shot me, and I shot n***as Young Hov, boss of the Roc, n***a Three bricks for a verse, that's a swap, n***a Shout my n***a Meek, he on lock, n***a Shout my n***a Max, he in a box, n***a Pull up La Marina in a yacht, n***a Skate off like a pirate with your thot, n***a Ya heard, she's a freaky ho B*t*h ain't loyal, she f**ked Breezy, ho Believe me, you can ask Weezy, ho I heard she f**ked Puff like a week ago But I still want the pu**y, though I'ma Shmurda dance on the pu**y, ho That b*t*h a** full of bullet holes Still paid couple grands for that pu**y, ho I'ma Shmurda dance on the pu**y, ho I'ma Shmurda dance on the pu**y, ho I'ma Shmurda dance on the pu**y, ho I'ma Shmurda dance on the pu**y, ho See Remy, I'm a hot b*t*h In my Fab voice: "You a THOT b*t*h!" Lloyd Banks, Jackpot b*t*h! And I told y'all I was coming for my spot b*t*h (Where my crown at?) See I'm trying to keep it hip hop b*t*h (Uh-huh) Remy Makaveli I could turn to Pac b*t*h (Thug Life!) I took it right back to the top b*t*h And if you disagree, then you could eat a c*ck b*t*h! I see y'all running 'round with ya a** out No make-up on, I could pull a Mac out I swear to God, all I do is spaz out (Yeah) I'm a 80's baby, grew up in the crack house! I been smacking b*t*hes since the fifth grade Old ladies, I don't care about a b*t*h age My hood taught me how to Boogie Down and Bang Bang Hit these bird-brained b*t*hes 'til their brains hang Shorty like the way a b*t*h boss out So he said he wanna dig my walls out Left him looking stupid with his balls out Cause I took his money and I walked out! Free Bremo[?] though, let all of my dawgs out I don't mess with fake b*t*hes, kick them w****s out (Her!) That's what got a b*t*h locked up in the dog pound (Yeah) Free Niqua too, let all of my broads out We gon' wear our heavy jewels with the rocks on 'em Ice dripping on these hoes, put a mop on 'em! I see they all mad, I got it locked on 'em See they don't respect anything 'til you popped on 'em Swiss cheese through your leotard Sending b*t*hes to the E-R The BX know I goes so hard So I'ma do this one for the f**king Bronx! And b*t*h if it's a problem, we gon' snuff y'all (Bum b*t*h!) Smack the sh*t outta your baby moms (Done!) Said I got your baby pictures - I done raised y'all (Yeah!) Snatch your earrings out, pull the braids off Tell them n***as free Meek yo! Okaaay, free Max B. yo! They shoulda never let me go! (Nah) I just came home about a week ago! F**k with me and get a pitaroll Sending all these b*t*hes straight to Jesus yo! Everybody know how Remy roll (Yeah!) B*t*hes got me on my bully yo! I'm about to go Pun on 'em They can't f**k with me, I'm a nun on 'em Got me on that Murder One sh*t I'm a flea, you a bum b*t*h! (Right, I said it. Right, exactly. Ok yeah, ok yeah, ok yeah, Rem!) Yeah, in Atlanta, been that hot n***a On my second term like Barack, n***a Lyrical abuse when I'm in the booth Treat them like the NFL, how I drop n***as I put 'em on the exempt list Take 'em off the track If they ain't earned it, that's pimp sh*t Multi-colored bracelets on my wrist, no friendships Yeah, I have relations with your b*t*h, no kinship Luda, back at it like a better me I'm just try'na earn my stripes like a referee Call a foul on the play, you's a ho-n***a Sellin' records, you can't even sell an O, n***a And I'm smokin' on that knockout New school n***as missin' credits like they dropped out And I'm just takin' pictures 'til these b*t*hes all cropped out And only trace left is their bodies bein' chalked out Then it's time to bring the drops out Woman face down, you can say I'm gettin' topped out Def Jam, should I opt out? Two albums left, Flavor Flav, time to clock out Fight the power I blood hit him, he won't even make it to the doctor I'm from the gangbang capital Two T's with a P, show you really what this Mac can do Click-clack, make a pa** with you Toe-tag 'em like a [?] do Me and YG, acting our a** working the Avenue And me & the homies will bust your head over these capitals And me with no money I slice your neck like [?] Motherf**ker wanna act loco Hit 'em with numerous shots from a .44 Hop out on [?] with a slow pro, hit a n***a with one eye closed Hit him on his pole, the gay [?] Uh, I'm sorry for the wait, n***a (sorry!) I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, n***a (bop!) I put up some ornaments today n***a (why?) Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, n***a This that Sorry 4 the Wait 2 (Sorry 4 the Wait 2!) That AK shoot like K Du (bop!) Had to tell myself, "Tune, just stay tuned" (ay) Swear I got the hardest floor, my sh*t break brooms (ooh!) Uh, I been hot since 1998, n***a (ay) That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, n***a (ay!) Hope you know the Feds got Instagram They liking every photo that you take, n***a! I was totin' a gun before a switchblade (yeah) Cut your head off and put it on display (b*t*h) Boy, we find out where you live and then we invade (b*t*h) Boy, we do not kill no kids, but your b*t*h dead (b*t*h!) Ooh, shawty like the way that you floss out (ay) Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out (ugh!) I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth I told a n***a count on me and n***as lost count This world is only preparation for the next (alright) Money bags under my eyes, money over rest Tryna get a hundred M's out the alphabets (uh) Open up my mouth to smile, ooh, treasure chest (ooh!) Ooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him (Steve J!) I just bought a new .44 and I'm a proud owner (bop, bop, bop!) Belfast and Monroe, that was our corner (that's true!) F**kin' fast in your ho, ooh, cowabunga Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar (Xan bar) My bougie b*t*h pu**y taste like caviar (caviar) Once I f**k a b*t*h, her pu**y is a landmark (ay) I don't know how you like your steak, but I'm in rare form (get 'em!) F**k them b*t*ha** n***as, f**k whoever care for 'em (get 'em!) Mama jumped out a plane, I was air-borne (see ya) Gold watches, gold chains; watch for Leprechauns (what?) Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar Kill him when he least expect it, at a restaurant (blaow!) Throw him with the rest of 'em, in a reservoir (run it) I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir! (ayy!) Woo, my Nina Ross got a bad mouth (yeah) Yea, I'm consuming gra** like a cash cow (yeah) Give a f**k 'bout a police with his badge out (f**k 'em!) If you ain't got a warrant, get up out my damn house! This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (2!) This a all white affair, I brought the yay through (come on) She said, "Tunechi, skate through, and I'ma skate you" I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, bop, grape juice! (ah!) Woo, tell them b*t*hes free d**k and blow Give me head, can't kiss no more (nope!) I got: free jewelry, car keys, and more And I just started robbin' like a week ago! Hundred diamonds on my b*t*h, I don't bling no more (no!) Two hundred thousand for a show, you gotta speak to Po (Po!) Yeah, got me on my Young Money sh*t (Young Money sh*t) No Cash Money, just Young Money sh*t (woo!) Woo, got me on my Young Money sh*t, yeah Do the Shmoney Dance n***a Do the Shmoney Dance Throw a hundred grand n***a Do the Shmoney Dance n***a Do the Shmoney Dance Throw a hundred grand n***a Juicy J a monster Talyor Gang sponsor Took your girlfriend about to f**k her in her tonsils Yellow momma wetter than a lake in her jeans And she be wide awake and I still sell that b*t*h her dream No Hollywood divorce you can't hit me for half No prenup just a nut I just want to smash Baby I just wanna hit it and get rid of your a** I'm not giving it to my feelings I'm too busy getting cash Double cup of lean-monade thats that Justin Bieber And these shoes that I got on they cost more than a KIA Every time I sign in cursive thats to add another zero F**k n***as know I keep that metal on me like Magneto I hear this money talking my money machine stunna All these rocks up on my watch I think my jeweler do construction That bullsh*t you selling my n***a we ain't buying We don't do that chatta b*t*h we strictly lifting that iron Banana clip, longer than a video on vine All these f**king guns like we saving Private Ryan Your n***a pulled up on bikes Little n***a about to earn his stripes It might cost him his freedom but it gon' cost you your life It's cold out here thats right n***as don't fight N***as gone off that weed n***as gone off that white They like f**k it nothing to lose they just bust it on sight I'm just looking out for you my n***a watch that sh*t you write Watch that sh*t you write I'm just looking out for you my n***a watch that sh*t you write Watch that sh*t you write I'm just looking out for you my n***a watch that sh*t you write Yeah, it's true, I am a beat killer (You looking at the hottest of the hot n***as) Summer time, but my Rollie still in late December N***as actin like some b*t*hes, need to change genders Know it's only poppin', tell me why they wake the goblin up Silence on the gun so we don't have to wake your daughter up Way before the Tampa Bay, b*t*h I been chasin' every buck Tell me why they wanna throw a pebble at an armored truck Lookin' at a 101, pu**y, you ain't one of us Make me get retarded like I'm ridin' on a short bus Flexin' on these n***as, oh I thought this was a warm up? Tell'em shoot it up then double back, I call it karma People pay attention, push a b***on for ignition Dopest in the business, think I need some intervention Soon as go to wackin', Imma send him in detention Clips like weaves, know they comin' with extensions Always on the hustle, b*t*hes know I keep a cover Sleep without a blanket, never know who under covers F**k her, never love her, wear a rubber, blow it back, yo I'm super dope, I'm a walking trap house Shoutin' out to Philly, free my n***a, tho Soon as my n***a Fat Boy hit the turf, I got his envelope Tell'em kiss ya a**, they can do that under mistletoe Think its sweet then go aimin' straight at your cantaloupe Yeah you know I'm trained to blow, I got that halitosis flow Jumpin' out the Lambo in sandals, I got that antidote Hammer pokin' out of my pocket, it's like a camel toe Ga**in' all these rappers, ya'll need to work at a Texaco I ain't got no medals, I ain't got no medals Pu**y n***a sleepin, hit him up in his pajamas I hit him up in his pajamas I'm just tryna kick it, tell them b*t*hes David Beckham Ok, I'm bluffin', never love'm, got a question, is we f**kin'? She addicted, David Ruffin, load the clip and watch it buffle (Bodybag) I'm a hot n***a, someone tell that to the tan bed If the beat was human, I would tell him he a dead man Ain't no hope in wishin', Phantom Ghost through the Bentley If he with the scissors, can't afford it with your b*t*hin' Gone See Kimmy loves a hot n***a Broad daylight, air out the whole block n***as I could care less about your foreign car I like to get f**ked on a yacht n***a Dope b*t*h, fresh up out the pot n***a Versace Cavalli all on my crotch n***a Chanel Number 5 on his c*ck n***a Pu**y taste like pineapple Circoc n***a Take him to the bank, make him cash out Cash cow, milk him til' he max out Made him eat the pu**y till he pa**ed out If you a broke n***a get up out my trap house Been in love with benji since the fifth grade Role play, dress up like a french maid Uh, I got your n***a tweakin' ho He even tried to eat while I'm bleedin' ho Free world, free Meek Milly though Free all my b*t*hes out in Philio I almost slapped a b*t*h about a week ago And my Brooklyn n***as just caught a zoe FGE we some hot n***as Never catch me in no picture with no op n***as And J-Real that's my shooter he done popped n***as No we don't box but I'll put you in the box n***a Came from the bottom now I'm clean, detox n***a Whole squad get into the guap nonstop n***a Pocket full of knots n***as Know he keeps them Glocks with us Itchy on me while I'm getting scratch, chicken pox n***a I remember takin' money to the stash house Now'a'days i be pullin' all this cash out Foreign broads, foreign cars when I smash out Who woulda thought it all started from a half ounce And n***a all i know is spaz out Turn down my block and see these hittas, better bag out I call my hammer camera show you what this flash 'bout Ready for you pussies so you know I keep that mag out B*t*h I'm a savage, I do damage, I'm a bad boy I end your life quick, play it watch me fast forward Don't let me catch you up traffic with that bad broad While gettin' top, pop, brains on the dashboard I'm the most electrifyin' and death-defyin' yea petrifyin' Giant mesmerizin' you n***as with what I specialize in Weaponizin' my brain with knowledge I know you recognizin' Excersizin' demons they fiendin' and im forever grindin' If I'm coppin' nine im c*ckin' nine and poppin' nine It ain't rocket science your daughter find you a box to lie in Now the preacher preachin' the choir singin' your momma cryin' Thots be lyin' on me they want me to slide my c*ck inside 'em Rap god baby im tryin', I am hip hop's goliath Cursin' all you rappers with blessings while im monopolizin' Sorry motherf**kas apologizin' is not surprisin' I'm that awkward silence, so powerful I can stop a riot And Tally been my n***a since the sixth grade Always poppin' out the cut like a switchblade And n***a f**k all this rap sh*t You dont wanna see me in that all black sh*t You keep on talkin' Ima kill you put that on to God After I find out where you livin' Ima go inside Its goin' down, slide over with the .45 Click Clack wet his a** like a water slide Or I might run up like a bum on em (BANG) Police interrogate I'm goin' dumb on em My n***a you don't want the gun play My gun spray I off a n***a like the bug spray Beats get brutally murdered whenever I be on it Flow so cold Wayne Gretzky could come play hockey on it Sold the nina thing for 250 and had a body on it And theres plenty more where that come from if anybody want it I tell my n***a throw the SUV in reverse I'm bout to put these pu**y n***as on a t-shirt So pray to god when I up it you don't be first Before he judge yo a** you gotta see me first That n***a shoulda had a vest on him These n***as squares baby I'm just playin' chess on em B*t*hes on D like a full court press on em Headrest ready shawty wanna put the neck on him Growin' up i never had sh*t Well motherf**ka' that was past tense Now i got it that's why i be talkin' cash sh*t She only cheat on him with me now that's a bad b*t*h Juuging for a check, I been a hot n***a Police looking for me like I shot n***as Gimme the loot, dropping the top on the roof Skippa Da Flippa gon shoot Been on the block, walking around with the knots Moving the bags out the spot Quavo with the K, that’s a hot n***a Run up on us then you gon' die n***a Got 100K on me right now n***a Back then I was stealing them bicycles Hot n***a, hot n***a, hurricane, hurricane, whip with the egg beater All my young n***as trap, all my young n***as trap Then you go and buy two seaters Your b*t*h sucked me in the mouth, she damn near pa**ed out Throw 100 racks and I cash out and I mash out of that trap house I’ll knock you out like Pacquiao Blow your main b*t*h’s back out She sucking me, you kissing her, you must be on that Bobby Brown Put your b*t*h up in the kitchen, get to trapping ho We got molly, we got white just like a napkin ho Free my n***a Mango or we tweaking ho Migo gang, 30 chains, pull up flexing dough I been getting money since the first day Look at the hate, was hungry but now the chef cooking the plate (Rolex) My diamonds so deep, red bottoms my feet Young n***a, I trap out a mansion, I’m sipping a whole lot of lean I just went and bought a 'Rari bought a week ago Had to hang up out the side and got to squeezing ho Why you mad? Cause I’m rich and I ain’t broke no more I got n***as that’ll shoot you like a video G Herbo, I'm some hot n***a Before I started rap I used to pop n***as Maneski told me "Lil bro chill out cause you got hitters" Get this money and we gon' be at the top with you But you still can catch be up on Essex block n***a Smoking dutchies and Murch Money got that Glock with him We No Limit, that's 150, we got all the b*t*hes They n***as hating that's the reason they want problems with us All the new opps, they don't know us Lil Herb don't rap beef, n***a blow somethin' And you might catch me by my lonely, I'mma keep it on me Check the news, I heard somebody went to sleep for Kobe And I'm leaning right now, b*t*h, I'm sipping codein I been the same, I been gangbanging since I been a shorty I been f**king grown b*t*hes since I been a shorty Run through that check like last month forgot I spent a sawdy I went through a hundred thousand that's without a deal I'm 18 and I don't give a f**k about a deal People ask me all the time, "You on the block for real?" Sometimes I stay up in the crib cause fo' n 'em down to drill And they ain't shooting for no legs, fo' n 'em tryna' kill If I put them shooters on yo' a** then you dying for real And b*t*h, I'm always in the field, Roc Block where you find me 15 hundreds in my jeans, all my jewelry shinin' 30s in them .40s all my n***as slidin' Riding through the opps, all them n***as hidin' Don't let them tell you that they out there, man, them n***as lyin' Met some of them n***as and free all my n***as doing time Matter fact free G Gills He doing 20 in the feds cause he didn't squeal Free Bruce, free Breezy ho Free Slick and Crazy James, they some demons ho Vito City, that's the team lil hoe Pistol gang, yeah, we keep them hoes Glizzies with them 30s and them beams low Run up on us and we squeezing ho Lil Bro too trigger happy, he gon' squeeze some mo' B*t*hes wait in line for pictures when I leave my shows Only got a couple minutes, take a couple flizzicks Finesse a b*t*h right to the trunk and now she sucking dizzick After I get what I wanted you gotta do fo' n 'em She told me that she ain't want to, said she that she don't know them You don't wanna turn up b*t*h, you don't know me anyway You ain't tryna top off bro n 'dem get out on the E-way All my n***as, we be running b*t*hes like a relay Sucker n***as beefing over b*t*hes, we can't relate Why you mad at me my n***a? That b*t*h pu**y funky You buy her all type of sh*t and I don't give her nothing She probably like the way a n***a stuntin' Thumbing through these twenties, fifties, hundreds This sh*t ain't nothing, man, I'm still a youngin' And I never been a stain, run up on me and I'm drummin' Never catch me with no lames, all my n***as goblins All I hang with hustlers, killers, robbers You a lame, tuck your chain, my lil' shorties starving We got aim, don't get banged, you a f**kin' target Kobe Squad, that's what we are Six forties riding round, we in 3 cars Flipping through they set, where them n***as at? Caught a body last night, I'on have no time for that And bro n 'dem still lurking, still creeping ho Off lean, they off xans but they ain't sleeping though Tryna' catch another body like a week ago Forgot about that other body, we been drinking ho Leaning ho, all I sip is codeine lil ho Get my d**ked sucked for Kobe while I drink a 4 And if you tryna' catch feelings then you tweakin' ho Ball like I'm Kobe on the way I'm tired of speaking ho Gang Dope boy, Troy Ave, young hot n***a You see me, you see the apple, I am Motts n***a Different sauce, see me floss, red drop n***a 16 in the mag, one in top n***a Murder ain’t a thang but a hip reach Money ain't a thang but a quick meet Fast life living, d**king dip freaks BSB records, we the new street Still watch it, I ain’t quote Jigga Shabazz [?] 300, Wade switched the figures Shouts to GS9, BK n***as I love my cities shine, you see the way I glitter VVS, my [?] neck in my hands Major deal advance sitting in my pants Pockets so heavy I just take a stance Two stepping, let my diamonds do the Shmoney dance [?], honor roll, hustlers relate Count a quarter mil, making sure the numbers straight 187s hit, keep the 848 I give a n***ga the chills just like my Rolex face No ticks but some hating suckers Sitting in the nosebleeds yelling sh*t, f**k it Free John, free Rum, free J O Can’t forget killer out there, all them n***as yayo Caught a body 20 weeks ago A day off, but them people know My gun warm I will heat the four But let me get back to this kitchen, whipping, eating blow Got me on that go-dumb sh*t, man Trap mode in this motherf**ker Hotter than a b*t*h Ayo, pour up! I need some more drank How many people is on this remix? Damn Ima hot n***a! Okay!
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