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Getta Beats
Howatiwi

Walking in my shoes, it's gon' hurt but it might take a mile
Keyword "my", how the f**k you gon' take my style?
Mean-mugging, upping like a dub, I can't fake a smile
Only thing raw is the cone, b*t*h, that ain't my child
Only thing I haven't punched yet is a house
Only thing that I see on your b*t*h is a mouth
Red dot with the, yeah, I'm zooming in and out
Coach Tron, OT [?] I switch the route

Ayy, I got red tips in the chop, put some chesters on him
I just touch down with some jacks, did the Hester on 'em
One phone call'll get him, feel like Lester on 'em
Left him dead right on the floor tryna wrestle on [?]
Balenciaga stepping, it's Off-White if I do the Mikes
And before I ever lose a fight, he'll lose his life
Opp called me "broke" like he he a doofus, right?
For them loose screws, n***as know I got a toolie tight

Man, I'm flyer than some pilots, I don't need a flight
How I get these n***as plates and I ain't get a bite?
You was cuffing broke b*t*hes, I am not the type
This some [?] dub looking kinda light
I keep getting money, going places you ain't never been
She a soul snatcher, man, I'm waking up in Hell again
You gon' catch the nearest Uber if you miss the mail again
You gon' f**k around and vomit if you hit that [?] again
You gon' probably die if the pistols get involved
I ain't gon' lie, I'm probably tripping in the loft
Lil' b*t*h tripping, tryna grip it while it's soft
Let 'em try to leap, Glock ribbit like a frog
Knowing I'm a star, this b*t*h look at me like Galileo
7.62s hit his BM house and crack a cradle
brunch, hundred scammers sitting at the table
Winner time coming? Boy, you flashing them taxes, ain't you?

Caught him out as a opp, left him as a dead person
All that running out of pape he doing left his legs hurting
Switch the IP address again 'cause the feds lurking
Dukes named me "Stan" but in store, b*t*h, I'm [?]
Huh, don't get blew like some hot food
We'll turn 'em red for them blues, how a cop do
Hit him with a head but the Glock full of Caillous
All this f**king pape in my pocket, I could buy you

Trump, why these lames turnt? F**k it, I'ma vote for Biden
Make her text some crazy sh*t like this is what I get for lying
F**k around and break my heart like this is what I get for trying
F**k around and get his [?] like this is what you get for hiding
DND, run it up to the E-N-D
Choopa make it rock, think I'm pulling up with PnB
She can't see the crib, I always hit her at the BNB
Riding through The 'Burbs like, "What do b*t*hes really see in me?"
Metta World Peace, I used to punch but I'm a changed man
B*t*h, you got on Ray-Bans, you bet not try to blade dance
If I count the bullets, I'ma need like eight hands
Talking 'bout a baby, out the window is my eighth plan

It's a d**k hanging off this b*t*h but it ain't trans
Fettuccine with the lobster tail and a steak, man
If you bust a move, I'm busting him because I can't dance
B-R-O-K-E, b*t*h, that ain't Stan

Said I'm getting bigger, I'm like, "Ain't that what the money do?"
See us out, you keep it hot, something like the bunnies do
Add your post to my page, this is what the dummies do
When you really got a buzz, this is what the honnies do

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