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Hit him with the forty ounce bounce, made his shoulder lean
If you carryin' a Hi-Point, you cannot roll with me
Pull up in a coupe, my b*t*h bad, she supposed to be
Slapped a n***a I know ten years, he was close to me
Any n***a falsifyin' statements, I'ma total him
They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too
Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot (Low the Great)
Pull up in a coupe, my b*t*h bad, she supposed to be (Thank you, Fizzle)
Pull up in a coupe, my b*t*h bad, she supposed to be
Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say
They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too
Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot
Pull up in a coupe, my b*t*h bad, she supposed to be
Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say
They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too
Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot

First off, you a b*t*h, n***a
You a bum, how you take care of your kids, n***a?
Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, n***a
Every rap you ever told was a fib, n***a
How you a killa but you never been to jail, n***a?
The DP means I didn't have no bail, n***a
To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', n***a
f**k 6ix9ine, and any n***a deal with him

Damn, n***a, I'm back at it
They say, "Oh, you a singin' n***a," no, I'm still rappin'
He said he a real shooter, but he still cappin'
I'm just tryna add up money, n***a, no subtraction
Stop, n***a you're a motherf**kin' goofy
So many b*t*hes, n***a, let's go make a movie
Shots, and it's straight to medullas
Spent three hunnid K, now I'm friends with my jeweler
Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
When I hear some n***a snitchin', I can't cope well
Got a hunnid bad b*t*hes in the hotel
If you ain't f**kin' then leave, oh, well
Beyond change, baby, with a toolie
I hate all you n***as, yeah, you n***as so goofy
I was fifteen when I was hittin' my first groupie
Then I left some nut hangin' right off her boobie, hahaha

I was busy climbin' through windows, you was window shoppin'
Should I whip the Benz or the Bent'? I got plenty options
I just pulled a four in the pop, sippin' swamp water
I just spilled a deuce in the coupe, knocked the top off
I done crossed a n***a while ballin', think I'm Hot Sauce
The chop got tits equipped, I bought it a boob job
I done put red beams on your nose, he think he Rudolph
I done did the dash on crabs, broke my stash spot
Stinc Team, b*t*h, in the streets, no asphalt
Assault rifle, walk him down, hit him 'til his body drop
I was in school three years, learned how to block
Pippi Longstocking, that's my b*t*h, but I left her at the spot

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