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You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war? Glock 17, and it got a beam Walk up in the party, buddy, please don't make a scene Shoutout to my P.O., yeah, he let me sip the lean And I got them big bucks in these Greg Lauren jeans Fed his ass some percs, turned his ass to a fiend I went universal, I put Chrome Hearts on my teeth His bitch playin' mommy, yeah, she let me suck the teat I was down bad, yeah, I could barely eat I ran through his pockets, I put Prada on my feet I ain't tryna link up, I ain't tryna meet Came in with a Tesla, Draco in the backseat Got his p*ssy ass runnin' like a track meet I can't hang with you, yeah, bitch, I'm too elite I just wrote up scripture 'cause I know that's what you need Finesse him out his funds, yeah, bitch, I play for keeps You can't sip my lean, you not on my team Shootin' shit for fun, yeah, you jumpin' like a bean Flexin' on his ass, yeah, my pockets real mean Heard you lost a pack, then you out of luck Glocky drum mag, bitch, you better duck You just wifed a nat that I used to f*ck Styrofoam cup, better double-up Pass my bro the cup, tell him, "Pour me up" Always break bread with my lil' pups They gon' want your head if you set me up His pockets looking dead, yeah, they looking rough
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