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Fix your face b*t*h
Imma come and run up when ya say sh*t
I'm a mother f**ker who can turn up when the ba** hits
Face it
Pull up on your block kill a racist
F**k a dozen shorties then I c*m all on their faces

I know truth when I taste it Ay
F**k a b*t*h loose cannot waste it ya
Boy looking shook cuz he's shaking Ay
F**k all the fonies think I'm faking ya

Flock on your block
We be breaking the lock
Take a shot
Feeling hot
F**k a thot
Burn the crop
Smoke a lot
Let you rot
I forgot
Got a Glock
F**k with me
Then get shot
Better Learn
From my thoughts

Yo
Never thought a b*t*h was gonna make me wait
Not okay
Pop a pill and dissipate
All I do intimidate
B*t*hes try incriminate
Which one to eliminate 
Fam you know my lyrics will incinerate

I don’t f**k with people
Who don’t treat me as their equal
B*t*hes only for the clout
If they ain't on it
That's my out
Yeah b*t*h I’m out
Woah
Going through a hundred bands a day ya
Sitting on my a** and getting paid ya
I don’t need your sh*t that's not high grade ya
Only Cali weed gets me waved ya
I’m coming for your people
Better watch out cuz I’m evil
Devil in the steeple
Got my 8 inch and its lethal
Every day I'm strutting
Feeling ga**ed off of nuffin
F**king rolling up some something
Like dat zoobie I be bunning
See your b*t*h, her a** I'm drumming
See my boys I know you running
Where's the sesh you know I'm coming
Pop a pillie get me numbing
Counting checks that's got me summing
Girl so wet, man she be flooding
Yo

I know truth when I taste it
F**k a b*t*h loose cannot waste it
Boy looking shook cuz he's shaking
F**k all the fonies think I'm faking

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