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I go hard in that paint, n***a
Do you stink, n***a?
F**k you n***as think, n***a?
Sh*t, b*t*h, I'm gang, n***a
Big wolf-pack, we ain't, n***a
Ate this tray, n***a
I don't even aim, n***a
Hashed his brains, n***a
Left in on the paint, n***a
F**k his flame, n***a
Ask my brother Fame, n***a
Blow that thing, b*t*h, since I was thirteen, n***a
F**k you think, these motherf**kers put me in chains, n***a?
'Cause I'm wild than motherf**kin' b*t*h-n***a
Ask a snitch-n***a, how I'ma take out hits, n***a?
Grr, clips at the Clips, you know I'm dumpin' off
It's .30 on the Glock, you know it's guns involved
It's .30 on the hood, you know it's Dracs involved
Funny b*t*hes running away, n***a, sloppy vault
Bunch of ice on my neck, you know, the f**k you think?
Runnin' 'round with five-hunnid and a f**king TEC
I shot a n***a last week, on gang, b*t*h
They gon' want to put a n***a up on chains, b*t*h
You know I'm 'bout my motherf**kin' paper, what's up?
.20 got me, homie, and the .30 in the f**king cut
I don't even like to play games, n***a
That's why I came homе and bought a cave, n***a
I'm choppin' b*t*hes down evеry day, n***a
Had him flossed up first day, on the plane, n***a
Icy, like the motherf**king A, n***a
I look like I came up off the A, n***a, woo
But, I ain't f**king Gucci Mane, n***a, woo
Big cripped up, with a motherf**king bang, n***a
Yeah, I like to stand on top a motherf**king n***a
Yeah, I'm young and I **** like, "What's poppin', n***a?"
Ha, buy a motherf**king popper, n***a
Ha, I'ma motherf**kin' pop a n***a
Ask my motherf**kin' mobber, n***a
Shot a bunch of n***as, bruh, what the f**k you claim, n***a?
She say, "Get out with your motherf**king sneaks, n***a"
She say, "Get out with your motherf**king crip n***as"
Ooh, why you know it's lit, n***a?
I came home in your b*t*h, n***a, rich n***a
Look, n***a, b*t*h-n***a
Yeah, I'm in the spot with a stick, n***a, brr
Hop out my mama name
Shot a n***a, left him dead, on my mama, gang
This n***a crazy, boy, I'm on my mama chains
And my neck, you too, and my brother's Clue
What the f**k you do? I used to move to doobs
I'm talking sexy ghost, n***a, every f**king weekend, I rob him through
Go ask—
You know what it is
Funk Flex, Bobby Shmurda, we here, we hot
Shake the tent
And on that note, f**k you

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