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Fidi on the track (B*t*h) Argh, I'ma f**k the beat up, gettin' lit tho (What?) Talkin' all my sh*t, I throw a fit though (Yeah) Throw a hunnid punches with some elbows (Ah) Turn that pu**yboy into a Van Gogh (Yuh) Lookin' like El Chapo when I roll up (B*t*h) Gold AK, got that thang tucked (Yuh) Couple bad b*t*hes wanna hook up (Yeah) And Sinny divin' in I go face up (What?) Scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, b*t*h (Yeah) Scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, b*t*h Hanging out the window of the f**king 2 seater We juggin' and jumpin', I pull up with that nina Aiming for the legs, make him dance, macarena We drinking and smokin' upon the gasolina B*t*h, I'm the Porko grim reaper Boy, better pay for that feature Crazy, loco, insane Yeah, you gon' feel this heat like a fever Pu**y mo'f**ker You testin' your luck And I can't stand when people be talkin', not walking I pop him I drop him I'm breakin' his Noggin' My fist to his face, like I'm at his door knockin', like "Hello? F**k you" P*ssed off, 'boutta ignite with the QuickDraw Tell 'em "Do not move a muscle or I'll have it ripped raw" Woah, cannot embark on this flow Drowning in a cemetery buried with my bones Explode, get blasted away Taste my knuckles when they bleed in the rain Erase, let me ease all the pain B*t*h, shut the f**k up You been nonstop talkin' ya mouth off, getting lockjaw 'Boutta break it down And I cannot stop Pennywise like a clock Savings to the max, looks like I save-a-lot Spitting these bars, like a Willy wonka candy shop Guess I don't miss, nah Shootin' for the 3, I swished, yah I make these hits, yah B*t*h, I'm playing my tricks, yah Pu**ys keep runnin' their mouth But I ain't hearin no sound Thinking you know my life, you don't know sh*t (B*t*h) Sayin' my music gon' fail, sayin' I'll never prevail Burn another bridge, you watch the ship, it gon' sail Your just f**kin' mad that you wasted your life You didn't have a dream or a creative bone in your body So you waste your time behind a desk You took a moment and saw me doing what I wanted And the first thing you thought was "F**k that guy" (Yeah) Sorry, I'm making money doing things that I want to (Oh) If you got a problem, get hit with the one-two I'ma do my thing You won't think that it's funny when I pull up on you in a brand new whip wit a sunroof B*t*h, I told you I don't play (Nah) Peekin' over my shoulder, I came a long way (Yuh) AK-47, send a pu**y to heaven It's off with a p- I do the dash She f**k with me 'cause I'm getting this cash I'm getting this bread (Fidi on the track) F**kin' a b*t*h and she givin' me head You stepping to me, then you finna be dead, ayy I just be wilding Even when I was a Jit, I was styling Now I be stacking this paper like staples Copping designer, I love me stone island B*t*h, I be feeling invincible, hop on a beat with the boys like some criminals, ayy Making this money be integral, bang bro cypher might f**k on your principal, ayy We just be running this sh*t like a marathon, b*t*h I don't really give a f**k what you say Stepping to us, then we leaving you dust, if you talking that sh*t we gone spit in your face Flow so sick like COVID Yeah, the way I move so smooth, like lotion I've been close to overdosing But I made it through, I'm the true one, chosen I've been broken hearted, hopeless Nothing else to do, I just gotta stay focused Scroll Gang got me at my lowest Gotta stay true and you gonna be noticed All the ladies wanna date me Money in the bank, so they want my babies Smooth like the lake, I'm cool so wavy But I split flames, so hot like hades People throw shade, but they ain't Tom Brady F**kin' with Blake, you fake, so shady Okay, lately I been going crazy Working everyday, like f**k, you pay me, ayy You got a problem? You better come solve it I'm sick of the people that typing and talking You better just stop it or I'll get stomping You wanna be me 'cause you think that I'm ballin' You know that I'm popping, it's true that I got it You run up on me and get blocked, Dennis Rodman Blake Basic's a prophet, I make the deposits I walk in the bank with a blade in my pocket I like to smoke piff and trance in my room I like to break ribs and vandalize dudes I like a tight b*t*h, who have the right moves I enter my d**k, then dance in her womb I scream "Eat the rich and fry the tycoons" Ain't no time to die, I lied, the time noon 'Cause twelve gauge defile and redefine you And now what was inside you is out too I'ma run out da store with like two bags Think I ain't the man, I bet ya snortin' up meth Lookin' for a knuckle, he get four in that head Talk sh*t, get hit, cla**ic cause and effect And that sl*t tryna f**k, sent code in the text All my kids, she gon' suck, abort in her neck Ran a lap round her track, then ran to the next Act fast, break gla**, sh*t cold as it gets Oni! Do not f**king bleed, unless you bout to pay me! Don't waste my time b*t*h! I got meth over the liquor alright! Can you help me out?, I need your vision I have lost sight! No fight, dumb lost, get out, where my sauce?! Don't ever preach up to me, you can get tossed! Like a salad! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Wait, wait, hold up (Yeah, yeah) Watch this (I was like yeah) I was like, yeah, hold up Why get treated like a pawn in a chess game?, ominous just saying I'm in the next lane, armed with the best Staying calm and direct with a palm full methane If he ever try to do me wrong, with the net claim Just to get a couple minutes long full of web fame I'ma go and run up on his lawn, with a tec-k Who really want smoke?, this bong give him chestpain (Ayy) Hollow tips, rip through his sh*t, leave him hollowed out Put fifty blades in his guts, leave 'em fallin' out, b*t*h Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh (Oh, it's this guy) I know you can't n***as can't see me Caught me in the BM and cooked up, watch TV Uh, calling it green, it's Luigi, uh She played on my wood like it's Ouija, uh See me in HD, alright you calling it CG Ayy, yuh, uh Get hit with the metal like jacket, uh I splay on your blood for the racket, yuh All of this money I stack it, uh Call me Lil V, I'm posted straight up for the basket I know that you mad b*t*h It never could happen I am the warlord, you get a backhand She get her back broke over the stand I got the pack, so f**k what it go for Losein' my visuals off of the xan, ayy Look at the, look at the wrist Radiance glowing, I'm feeling light (God damn) Out with a ski and it's feeling right Can't see my scar, like I'm meta night Grisha militia, we f**k you up N***a, we rolling a double Dutch Barrel my pistol, you had enough Sidewinder missile, we in the cut Look at my heaven, receding low Bans always waiting, don't leave me cold Scheming, like whisper aletheo Shoutout my brothers, like really though? (Ayy) H-hungry for a murder, like an MRE ration Homicidal ideation, f**k the population Beats for attention, so much desperation Lack of sophistication, rampant indoctrination Humans are craven disposition, fabrication More callous, then my fathers suffocation (Yeah, suffocation) I been lonely, I ain't taking my medicine B*t*h, I'm bound to earth, I'm feeling like Ness, huh? Low-key feeling the adrenaline, in my veins, in my head, it's all a mess Stop Oh sh*t, hit 'em with the switch up Dripped out, f**ked that b*t*h up, am I'm getting richer? Making up with you b*t*hes ain't part of my agenda I don't give a f**k, turn the haters into preachers (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ya) Scroll be the gang, you got that I been getting loaded, we hittin' like a .45 I been feeling funny, faded, f**king gotta bounce back Scroll be the gang (The gang), no rollback, huh?
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