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Ayy
Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Ayy, ayy
Man you know we splat sh*t
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

Ay, mop the floor on the house, I was just on car
I was plottin' on a body since a n***a in kindergarten
They call me Joker don't fool me Carl
Put the d**k in my stick 'cause I'm paranoia
We hit hard like I'm lifting the weights
Hunnid K in the bank that I made in a day
I gotta do a drill I got me a wraith
Get the momma if she squealin' take off her face
My lawyer caucasian he beating my case
I look at they face and they said I won't make it
And I'm poppin' my sh*t, b*t*h you know that it stains
He took me on a drill and thеn I started blankin'
I'ma let the n***a know that this sh*t murdеr
How the f**k n***a b*t*h n***as in my circle
Too many bullets on the opps, I was splurgin'
Not catchin' the bodies? The f**k is yo' purpose
B*t*h n***a put in that work, get him shirted
Two choppas and the bowls in the back so I'm dirty
I'ma dump the whole clip, I don't show no mercy
B*t*h, I'm shootin' sh*t for real should have gave me a jersey
Got some Grape Street Crippers and they post in New Jersey
Took the pack from the plug when the n***a tried to serve me
Hunnid hoes pour in up, so I talk a lil' slurry
N***a dissed on my brother, so his a** got buried
Through the map with the brick I'ma find us they say comin'
Better know what it is, don't be making a**umptions
He making no sense, b*t*h stop all that nonsense
White boy in the cut and he shoot, Luka Dončić
I roll up a blunt and you know that it's runted
B*t*h I roll up a opp, so you know he got blunted
Ran off on the plug, then I ran into to the tone
Ran off on that n***a as soon as he funny

Ay, my n***a Shotta Fam, you know that he under me
If you f**k with my n***as, then I put you under me
And send the salad my dawg just be hunting me
I'm watching my back, b*t*h you know you not gunning me
Don't you call me lil' brother, you n***as not sonning me
Got that b*t*h on the clothes make his mom do the laundry
My d**k in her tummy, I say that it's Sunny D
My choppa so big that it look it's Heavy D
It's a whole lot of dope in the pot with some recipe
Don't think about testing me, choppa protecting me
This b*t*h started ripping this clip is dissecting b*t*hes
Don't you hop in the water, it's hot, don't you intervene
My shooter, he shooting sh*t like he was elevate
I be on lean, I'm leaning on Riri
I'm smoking a blunt while I'm f**king on Kiki
F**ked up in the 'cat while I f**k, b*t*h I'm geekin'
Red tip, blue tips, these not BB's
Sip up when wintertime, n***as ain't see me
N***a wanna jack, so the pu**y n***a got beat
Put the gun to yo' back, turn the fight to a track meet
And the gun automatic, so it clap on a fast beat
Couple guns in the attic, 'cause it got a lil' dirty
When the sun hit the Patek make that b*t*h start flirting
Make a son in the pu**y, then I make her take a Plan B
Through the map with the brick I'ma find us they say comin'
Better know what it is, don't be making a**umptions
He making no sense, b*t*h stop all that nonsense
White boy in the cut and he shoot, Luka Dončić
I roll up a blunt and you know that it's runted
B*t*h I roll up a opp, so you know he got blunted
Ran off on the plug, then I ran into to the tone
Ran off on that n***a as soon as he funny

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