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Ayy, Ayy, Jay spittin(Von)
Huh, What

Let my chopstick bang,Let that ammo spray(low On ammo)
Wanna talk stuff , They not even in my lane(blrrd, blrrd)
We ain't even running, But im in first place(first Place)
Choppa go insane, When he say my name in vein
Strap across my chest, Spray him down
Now he rest, Dissin me thats alright
Diss my family, That's all left
On IG say I'm dead, When I pull up
You bleed red, Lay him down
Go to bed, Not in peace
But you'll rest(but you'll rest)

Calling up my Bros(my bros)
Cuz I heard him say my name,This ain't finna change
When I have all the fame, You bum's lame
Still wanna hate, Keep my guns small(grrah, grrah)
Doin damage, New York Nate(boom, boom)
Doin damage, like godzilla(yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Ever sense first grade, momma told me go get some bays
Yeah momma said get some bays, but you inna safe
You inna safe, momma said get some bays
U inna back like some grade A tape u really fake, fake you is really lame Calling up my Bros I heard you say my name i pulled up with my chain gonna get banged, now you look like a game you really lame This ain't finna change When I have all the fame Let my chopstick bang Let that ammo spray you think we got beef but you inna case so go on u really lame
Let my chopstick bang,Let that ammo spray(low On ammo)
Wanna talk stuff , They not even in my lane(blrrd, blrrd)
We ain't even running, But im in first place(first Place)
Choppa go insane, When he say my name in vein
Strap across my chest, Spray him down
Now he rest, Dissin me thats alright
Diss my family, That's all left
On IG say I'm dead, When I pull up
You bleed red, Lay him down
Go to bed, Not in peace
But you'll rest(but you'll rest)

Imma maniac
Shoot em with aimless gats, Shoot em, take em to Pluto
Killin the game like it’s Uno
Hitten the melodies, caidence is heavenly, do it professionally Bruno
I am the king of this rap sh*t, doing a backflip, going hell spastic you know, Keepin elastic(boom, boom)
Keepin a strap when I blast it
Killin the game and the sh*t is so tragic
My compet**ion is gone like magic, Hitten my shot like I’m curry
Rappers be gone in a flurry, This isn’t funny
Hitten my shot like I’m 30, Shootin down 8
I’m 24
Stricken the sh*t like I’m Thor, This a Galore
Got all my Glocks, Maken em pop
Maken em pop when you call up the cops
Like ring ring ring, I wanna win win win
But I never sin sin sin, Rappers in the bin bin bin(man What!)
Kick your legs I swear to god I’ll break your shin shin shins(What)
I won’t ever stop untill I hear the bell go ring ring ring(grrah)
You actin like a king but you ain’t got no bling bling bling(boom)
All you rappers soft just like your tin tin tin(Rrah)

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