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(Two Scat packs back-to-back and it's a demon trail)
(Sauce green forever, I can promise you the Neimans bailin')
(Getta Beats)
(Damn, JakeSand)
(Phew, phew)

PGA tour, cross the country with some sticks on (Brrt-brrt)
You talking 'bout some old sh*t, I'm hip brodie
Blicky with the switchy, if I aim it, I won't miss homie (Phew)
Fifties with some Nipseys, got about a hunnid strip on me (Brrt)
That's a big bag
Sh*t, I heard the haters mad, it's finna get bad
Granny in her Sh*ttyBoyz hoodie with her hip-a**
First cla**, I ain't f**king with the skip lag
Been had twenty back in school, that's why I skipped cla**
In that big body, finna drift past (Skrrt)
Been in the deep for so long, could teach a swim cla** (Splash)
Unky getting pounds off, ain't no SlimFast
I might pop all up with half a ticket, with my rich a**
Boy, you don't wanna go to war, no, you ain't got that (You ain't got that)
Boy, you finished, Mortal Kombat (Finished)
Fell down and got back, they can't stop that
Brodie banging like a Slasher looking for some contacts (Pfft, pfft)
(It's been a—) It's been a lil' minute, still don't give a damn
Newest generation Glocky, I don't think it's finna jam (Brrt)
I been off the porch forever, sh*t, I been a man (Shh)
Sh*t, you been a ham (Shh)

(Sh*t, f**k)
Walk around, mug on, let my gun show
Eighthy of the Gumbo, I'm flying like I'm Dumbo (Phew)
Doggy been a b*t*h forever, why he acting tough tone?
I used to make him run home, I used to take his lunch money (Huh?)
I think you smoking jokes down, boy, yo' Runtz funny (Huh?)
Fit designer, 'Wood pearl then the cup muddy
Lando got the Cartiers too, that's my buff buddy (Bling)
This ain't no drug money, boy, I scam and rap
If that Backwood some bullsh*t, boy, I'ma pa** it back (Nah, for real)
Like, what you pay for that?
Talk about, "He stating facts," but everything he saying cap (Cap)
Yeah, that Scat cool but you know it can't race the 'Cat (Boy)
We'll leave you at that light
Put that little fo' down, brodie drinking out the pint (Phew)
In all black, Bin Reaper, catch me creeping through the night
I can only thank God, I was dreaming 'bout this life, no cap though
They'll stab you in it, acting like they got yo' back though
Pouring up some potion, damn near think I need a 'lapse, ho
So much money I can swim up in it, damn near hit a backstroke (Phew)
Heard yo' man's back broke (Phew), better watch that back door
This sh*t be unbelievable (Phew), they waiting till they see you up and then they gon' believe in you
Ain't no Glocky or a [?], f**k around and Desert Eagle you
Buffalos, red mirror tint, this the evil view
This sh*t a master plan, you gotta see it through
It's 1:50, still working, got somewhere to be at two (Sh*t)
So much money in the— (Shh), I can't leave the room
Heard it's some plays on the floor, sh*t, bring 'em through, huh
(Yeah, Sh*ttyBoyz)
(Dog Sh*t Miltia)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Man, you know what the f**k going on)
(If I give yo' a** a head start, you still gon' be trying to keep up)
(Sh*ttyBoyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, f**k going on, man, yeah)
(I'm in first place, you can see the medals)
(I'm in first place, you can see the medals)
(This a Hellcat, you can see the Devil)
(Huh, yeah, f**k going on, man)
(Can't f**k with me, you can't f**k with us)
(This sh*t is a global takeover, literally)

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