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Slum A Lau on the beat Drench, drench, drench Ayo Eli What the F**k?! Ayy, AR They throw shots, from quick recognition (What) Mask on, 'cause of facial recognition (Boom) You know, I've been to the bookings (Uh-huh) Back then, I was terrorizing Brooklyn (AR) Now a days, a couple racks for the booking (Breesh) But you can't name it, then it got took'n (At all) Right now, I got big names looking (Yeah) Almost there, I got like, half a foot in (Yeah, yeah) Keep a 45 on me, I ain't fighting Back then, I was terrorizing Dyckman All I do is get high, and dodge indictments I don't fight, but the bullets hit like Tyson They must've not got the memo We ain't runnin' outta ammo We in the field, like the gang wearin' camo We movin' milli, like Tony Soprano Told Slayter, we see them haters later (Slayter) Lappin' n***as, they like wait up (Wait up) Made breesh, out apartments of labor (Breesha) I watched close friends, turn to haters They must've not heard, bout the drench (Drench, drench, drench) Every clip gotta extend (Grrrrr) Lift him up, and watch him ascend (Lift him) Or pa** I might give him a pa**, it depends Roll a blunt, full of new sh*t Hit the b*t*h, and I pa** her to 26 All my n***as got Glocks, and they use it If the b*t*h don't give head, then she useless We just get high, and f**k to my music Poppin' these 30s, that sh*t therapeutic Waka Flocka, on my hip, oh, let's do it Mixing Xanies, with the Addy, I'm booted My cars, they filled up with Prada sh*t Dior, Amiri, a lot of it If the Gs ain't a band, I ain't coppin' it I don't care what, I'm totin' or flockin' it Told my brothers stay smart, not dangerous 'Cause a dangerous n***a get wacked (On bro) And a dangerous n***a might lack (On bro) Don't wanna converse, if it ain't how to pack (Baow, baow) Like b*t*h, I'm the face of the Bronx, like, I do want I want (I want) I don't need my gun, up my phone, with my finger, I still make him run (Pu**y) Like, he say, he go cool wit the deuce, he ain't know what to do I'm the flock, who go dumb (Go dumb) If he don't got a mask, boy that sh*ts a**, face recognition he done EBK DOA GBG babies (Babies) We tote choppas, like this sh*t the navy Old heads get boomed, we leave em' lazy (Pu**y) If you want me to slide, better pay (Pay me, n***a) B*t*h I'm the king of the Bronx, yeah, obey me (Like) N***as cappin', like these n***as made me B*t*h I done up'd it, on n***as who raised me He can get clipped on, thinkin' he wavy (Dummy) And I can't name a n***a, who chased me (Who chase me? I can't name a n***a, who chased me) Toting on 30s, Berettas, no safety (No safety) And I'm quick to up score, like McGrady (B*t*h I'm the trend, but I'm ballin' for Baby) They throw shots, from quick recognition Mask on, 'cause of facial recognition You know, I've been to the bookings Back then, I was terrorizing Brooklyn Now a days, a couple racks for the booking But you can't name it, then it got took'n Right now, I got big names looking Almost there, I got like, half a foot in Keep a 45 on me, I ain't fighting Back then, I was terrorizing Dyckman All I do is get high, and dodge indictments I don't fight, but the bullets hit like Tyson They must've not got the memo We ain't runnin' outta ammo We in the field, like the gang wearin' camo We movin' milli, like Tony Soprano
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