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I got Kwali and this Tech Lil bro you can get slept, uhh And I got the broom for these pussies They get swept, uhh Big old guillotine on my hip Get his head cut Shorty's drownin' me like I'm [?] 'Cause I'm flexed up And she gonna f**kin' suck the squad 'cause I'm next up I don't want that pu**y, only want you from the neck up Tryna talk tuff and he gon' need a f**kin' stretcher F**k a T-shirt, his fat a** gon' need a sweatshirt 2020 CEO of the pharmacy I'm at the top I swear it's not hard to see Bubbles be j*rkin' Yo boy shaking hardly Bullet connect wit his muhf**kin' artery 1 on 1 b*t*h like I am an anomaly I give the snow, I ain't talking abominably And she suck the d**k 'till it start softening Conjure my demons and call it the Glockening Not givin' advice, you best get to offering She think I love her She getting played in this b*t*h like Atari I took that boy, no I'm not saying sorry Not tryna fight, can't f**k up my Cartis I take a sl*t and turn her into a Barbie Then I do da dash on her Wait, hol' up, put some cash on her Throw it in a circle, lil shawty got a a** on her Pa** it to my bro, pa** it to my friend Lil bro must be trippin' comin' to my end Knowin' I just f**ked, she throw that a** again Money ain't a problem, I got tons to spend Shorty want her nails and a brand new wig Tryna sneak on gang, that sh*t gettin' split That is not your shorty, she on other d**ks Postin' that .380, we got plenty Glicks Hol' up, up the tempo in this b*t*h Ha, that's better I f**k on yo b*t*h she get wetter I swing the machete, I sever These white kids be throwin' up letters I'm steppin' in Maison Margiela Free all my bros, [?] I'm untethered Spirits love me, they be sendin' me feathers I put a hit on his head, he get killed in on message I let it spray and I ain't talkin' pepper I'm in L.A. and I'm smokin' on pressure B*t*h, I'm a pirate, get robbed for yo treasure 12 pullin' up then I calling up Lester Can't f**k with normal people cause they less than Big heater in the motherf**king dresser After my b*t*h but you will never catch her It's for a reason Yeah I know you f**kin' see it Blowin' up my phone Shawty know you fiendin' So come and take this d**k Come and take this c*ck I'm up in her mouth Made that sh*t drop I'm up off the Glock Imma pop a Roxi Made it past the top Imma spin the block Somethin' like a orbit Chew me like some Orbit She gon' take this d**k And I'm gon' pay her mortgage Extra long clip, I ain't reloading Cutting off these rappers 'cause they steady f**kin' freeloading' All this water in my nostrils got my flesh f**kin' eroded They don't have no guns in real life, swear to god that they are E-toting You won't kill no one in real life, not 'bout murder you be E-smoking Police always on my d**k, I swear to god they f**kin' deepthroat me I'm in her heart like I just rode the trojan It's big 83, Imma give it a motion It's big 83, no you don't want commotion 'Cause I got some shooters wit me and they blowin' I got some shorties wit me and they hoing You wantin' beef, you at least need a clout token All in yo b*t*h, and she got her mouth open First of the year, I bet this a proud moment Yappa hit anybody, it's so outgoing No one will help me, I gotta go get it myself My only concern is 'bout me and my wealth And all my brothers, they freed out of hell B*** of the gun in his noggin, he'll sleep in a well This a pharmacy but we ain't on Yelp F**k, it turns out I don't need no help I'm smokin' sh*t from the top of the shelf It's 2020 and muhf**kas still I'm tryna tell F**k it, I'll think I'll just stay in and only go out for some tail Swear I touch nobody 'cause it seem like everyone out here only in it for themselves are you tryna f**k up my sales I speak really fast off the yay overuse [?], see what my lyrics can tell shawty I'm tryna— Let's go to my crib and let's get to the action she don't want no pa**ion In the bedroom sliding it from the back in Tryna stay strong, that boy never lackin' I got the heat, make it blow like a dragon Don't gotta say sh*t, we all know he for slackin' If we in this jam, what you doin' with that racks Like do not say a thing just to get us active Welcome all aboard you can call me captain What did he say in his caption? Hope his body rot with maggots I'm Luka Dončić, I'm the Mavericks I'm too bizarre, but I still snappin' Wait you got percs? Well let me tap in I took this year so now I'm laughing I want him a casket but he want no static His body on track until I see his ashes Yo statement retracted 'cause you know you pa**ive If we hit a lick, we ain't splittin', fractions Shawty came up 'cause she finally found someone to buy what he taxin' And I took that sh*t without even askin' Eye contact and all tragic Dead at my face, closed casket Press it to him, let it go ratchet And this choppa got a scope, a**a**in Think I'm finally 'boutta blow BIn Laden And I got me a loaf, can't have it I make your stacks disappear, magic You hear the heater sear, gla** (I fell in love wit my bad, habits)
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