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Helluva Beats, baby B*t*h Intoxicated off the Wocky driving, I might Paul Walker All ballers, gang in Hutch chains, b*t*h, we all water Threw a leash on that b*t*h, I might just dogwalk her Boy, you better have a big bag, tryna talk offers If he got the crazy eyes, I'm shooting like I'm Bobby Portis Always thought your unc' was big dog 'til he got extorted Shooter caught him sliding in a shooter and he shot his Taurus Off-Weezy, Virgil type sh*t if I drop the Jordan's SBDSM, you ain't tied in Expensive habits, first cla** when I fly in Talking 'bout you jack-catching, you ain't even five in Backdoor season, I might f**k around and slide in I ain't finna battle rap with n***as, I ain't Ca**idy He don't got a brain, he only think to cause some casualties I ain't texting back, I think that all my b*t*hes mad at me You can't hit no one, you better off hitting the lottery M's on my mind, sh*t, I kinda feel like Majin Buu Telling lies just to get between like I won't lie to you Out in Cali' tripping hoes bad, whip got no roof Why would I buy a method off you when I got it too? Love to make some money and to make these n***as hate me BAPE hoodie on me, I done went and paid a KG Get another n***a, I'm just knowing that they ain't me I can't switch teams, baby, I am not no KD Huh, fake hoes, get away No face, no case, finna zip the BAPE If he reach for a chain, gon' dig his grave I could be Type 2, b*t*h, I still get some cake I could be farsighted, still'll see a M coming Bro ain't got no water, but he gon' pull up, drench some' Buffed up, heavy threads, thigh heavy press some' I was f**ked up, now my crib look like Craig cousin's The money pick me up I don't spit no game, I just tell a b*t*h to look me up Unc' James Harden, only 'cause the way he cook it up I just sit and thump through the money, kinda get me up Flash in the beam, praying that we catch him out at night You inhale what's stuffed all in this 'Wood, then you gon' be a kite If balling really was a crime, the judge would give us life I just don't get how doing wrong the sh*t that get you right Six of Wockiana, I ain't sipping on no Miller Lite Get the Glockiana if they ever think we finna fight Christian Loub's fourteen hunnid, they came with the spikes Heard your b*t*h left you looking sick 'cause you don't hit it right Reminiscing 'bout the old times, we used jugg ham She a headhunter, you a fool, think y'all locked in Baby, do not blow it like a lead, you just get one chance You was in here staring at the water, I just hopped in
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