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(J, this sh*t too crazy) B*t*h, I'm in a mood AR with the monkey nuts, we'll make?you?move Get down, or?lay the f**k down, we gon?make you choose He jumped in the streets and got whacked,?he?ain't?lace his shoes I'm?from a grimy?a** hood, we'll take your food You lyin' in your raps on every track, n***a April fools Scared to bring rappers on my block, they gon take their jewels This wood hittin' harder than a b*t*h, it just made me poot Yeah, b*t*h, I'm in my mode Gave his a** the ball in the clutch, but that n***a froze Got so many woods in this b*t*h, think we work at Lowe's Your b*t*h and her friend weak as hell, they be sharin' clothes Hate rap n***as from the Sag', really rudy poot Man, I can't do a song with these n***as, they don't get no views Aye, told your main thing slide down, get her coochie bruised And my brothers low as hell with their sh*t, never make the news B*t*h, text my phone, said she love me, b*t*h, I hate you too Oh, you affiliated with 'em, we finna paint you too I don't need a gun, we can scrap, I'll break your tooth I ain't gon lie lil n***a (They think I'm lyin' though) Bro will get to shootin' in this b*t*h, he like John Doe You got a Glock, but don't shoot, call you Rondo The Draco will fold one of you n***as, like a taco See a opp and drop on him, feel like Pop Smoke I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a Condo I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a whole house If they ain't tryna f**k the whole gang, kick them hoes out My shooters gon shoot that b*t*h from deep, if you don't close out Man, I'm finna take a sh*t on these n***as, pull the roll out You used to have the bag back then, but where your roll now? And you saved up that stash, stupid a**, spent that sh*t on shoes Yeah, you used to roll with the big dawgs, boy, you Larry Hughes What your favorite rapper spent on jewels, spent that on some food Flashin' 12 hundred in your pic, I spent that on my boo B*t*h wanted money for the pu**y, but she got the boot I know these n***as sick I'm gettin' off, I think they need some soup I'ma get the head out your b*t*h, while I'm eatin' fruit I'ma still trap when I'm rich, serve Uncle Snoop (You robbed a mans in the alley, you ain't got the juice) .308 shootin' out this barrel, knock off your roof These n***as is the Po-Po's, think I hear the sirens Sick of these n***as, pu**y a**, think they got the virus Gone off the, and this, feelin' like I'm flyin' You be eatin' steaks with the snakes, I eat with the lions
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