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Hold up, sh*t, hold up, sh*t, hold up
Hold up, sh*t, hold up, sh*t, hold up
Hold up, sh*t, hold up, ayy
Yeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go)

Beat your a** down 'cause I got time, lil' b*t*h (B*t*h)
They don't like my sound 'cause in your mind it don't make sense
Do you get this feeling because I know this sh*t intense (Yeah)
Don't got no friends, but I need a place to fit
Don't face the real 'cause I can see straight through your lens (Pu**y)
Can't match my energy, I swear it make you sh*t yourself
I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke, inhale
Pu**y tried to fight me but you won't prevail

You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My n***as not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your a**, I'll beat your a** then put you on a white tee, uh

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
All of you can suck my d**k
One, two, three b*t*hes on me
All of them have sucked my d**k
I got on a plain white tee
I wish that it had your pic on it, that would fill me with glee
That would make me so happy
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P
All of my n***as are gettin' paid with me
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
Racks in the pockets of my jeans
Q, R, S, n***a, T, U, V
I put a Quaalude in codeine
W, X, b*t*h, Y and Z
Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green
You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My n***as not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your a**, I'll beat your a** then put you on a white tee, uh

Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Yeah, ayy

I just descend into madness, uh
Count all this money, forget all the sadness (Yeah)
I got a b*t*h and I'm breakin' her back
Smokin' my d**k like an motherf**kin' addict (Haha)
I'm in that b*t*h and she tell me who that is (Baow, baow)
Skeet in her eye, eye, aye-aye captain
F**kin' with me, put a hole in your chest
B*t*h a** n***a, you look just like Raditz
And I'm tryna get this money, but I know it's all the same
All these n***as play like Abel, but they know they really Cain (Ew)
You ain't- You ain't got no flavor, b*t*h, you taste like Raising Cane's (Gang)
If your mental stable, then I know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
Know that- know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
You said you don't like me, but I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My n***as not fighting, but they'll shoot you just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your a**, I'll beat your a** then put you on a white tee, uh

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