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Yo, Skrt
Run up get done up this ain't no game (jheez)
Look, ouu, ouu, yeah

Poppin' a Perc, goin' to space
Poppin' a Perc, goin' to space
B*t*h, give me some space
B*t*h, I'ma nut on yo face

So much shots and clips You would think we need an Oscar
Doesn't f**k with people in foster

My teacher's name is
Mr Mothaf**kin' foster
Pull up in the box skrrt
You know my whip is faster

Smokin' on that dank like a rasta
B*t*hes think you're sus' like the imposta'
We stackin' cheese like lasagna
Yo b*t*h heard my name and you lost her
Add her to my roster
Too much sauce like pasta
Too much sauce oh no (oh no)
Where'd the b*t*hes go (where?)
Oh sh*t, you came b*t*h

And we got the fire, like it's butane b*t*h
You a small fry (jeez)
And we sippin' Black Fly
And you think I'm a bad guy (What?)
It's cause I'm a bad guy
And I keep it mad fly
I got bread, like mad rye (Goddamn)

Yo, you rollin' the dice
(F**k with us, losing your life)
We pull up, you die
(We pull up you die, yeah)

I am the sh*t like a diaper (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I took your b*t*h and I pipe (bang) her (bang)

We pull up you die
We shoot you with fire
I'm finna pull up, and
You gon' get shot (Bow bow bow bow)
Ridin' around with my Glock
Ridin' around with the mop
Feel like a janitor I got the mopstick
You gon' get popped quick
You call the cops quick
Thats just some nonsense
Do it like all day

Do it like all night
I just might pull up to the mothaf**kin' block fight
You is a b*t*h
You ain't even know how to hold a f**kin' Glock right

Your b*t*h give dome
Your b*t*h give head
I'm in your home
I'm in your bed

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