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Ayy
Big check, big check
On sauce, on sauce, on sauce
Hey, big check, big check, hey
Hey, Young Nike, hey (Cardio, this you?)

Speak on Lil Nike, we takin' sh*t
Pour me a four, on some Texas sh*t
Scoot up in four on some reckless sh*t
Got rappers tuckin' they necklace
Beat a n***a a**, on that Tekken sh*t
But we don't really fight in Jura**ic, ayy
Hit his a** up with the ratchet, ayy
F**k that lil' ma**, I'm a savage, ayy
Last f**kboy got caught up in traffic
Left the city with his mind on some get-back
F&N got a big n***a kickback
He all on Insta with his chitchat
Tell that lil' n***a come get his lick back
Drop him fastest and push a n***a sh*t back
A lil' scooter on shooter, that's a mismatch

Pa** me a pick-and-roll and an out, and you know I'ma switch that
B*t*h n***a, get back
Five chains got took, get sh*t back
Murder in the broad day, you ain't with that
Break a n***a leg in half, he a Kit Kat
F&N get c*cked, split back
Caught him in the sunshine, Lil' Flip back
You ain't even a dime, you a nick' sack
Turn a n***a b*t*h to a punching bag, I'ma hit that, hit that
Find her out chillin' at a kickback
I'ma send the pressure on 'em, ARP, no kickback
Gum-a** n***a, you a big snack
If I call Nike up, he gon' just do it, yeah, he with that
You ain't never heard the Nike slogan?
And I got white b*t*hes all on my d**k, Hulk Hogan
Black drop-top, Benz pokin'
AMG 65, bring a Hellcat, I'll smoke 'em
Big Snot, n***a, I'll smoke 'em
N***a, I'll never die, b*t*h, I'm Logan
I beat two murders, b*t*h, I'm roguish
Big Snot, n***a, we ain't wipin' no noses
Open your eyes and you can see
A lot of this drip over here, hell yeah
Rich Kliff to yourself over here, yeah, yeah
Sip oil, we don't drink no beer

These n***as ain't gangster, these n***as shakin' hands with the opps
Talkin' tough on the 'net 'til we ran in his house
And I'm walkin' 'round the gala with the TEC out
Lil Nike slid up on a n***a fresh out
I'll splash up on a n***a, make him check out
Twenty racks in my teeth, got Balenci' on my feet
And I'm ridin' 'round town with the Lam' on E
You can go ask around, from a gram to P (Snot, snot, snot, snot, snot, yeah)
Anybody f**k with Lil Purp, I'll drip on a n***a, I'll snot on a n***a, yeah
You come to the North takin' pictures, I'll bite a lil' n***a, I'll hide a lil' n***a, yeah
Hop out with a pistol
On the block right now, I got rocks and crystals
N***a play with the guys, make bullets deliver
Tryna get in the gang, gotta kill just to get in
Got a big-a** load, I'm ridin' down 610
I thought I told your a**, n***a, big mansion what I live in
I got naked b*t*hes walkin' 'round in my kitchen, yeah, yeah
La calle e' un juego 'e ajedre'
Y tú te va a morir si yo muevo la' ficha' (La' ficha')
Tengo una puta que te plancha de una
Esa loca se llama Felicia (Felicia)
Yo tengo una puta que roba
Y otra que por mil quiniento' peso' chicha
Y si tu puta se pone bellaca, le doy con mi bicho ella se des-embicha
Ninguno de lo' mio' aquí tienen miedo a morir
Yo me crié en el infierno y tuve que sobrevivir
No puede' ser indeciso, te tienes que decidir
Ellos quieren que me pare, y pa' alante voa' seguir
La vida e' solamente una por eso yo cargo la rompe cabeza
Dos ciento' kilos de perico ready pa' cocinar encima 'e la mesa
Ando con el corillo mío, no coro con feka
Marihuana y Percocet, por eso e' que me da la seca
En P.R e' callejón, en Colombia la lleca
Te matamo' si te pillamo' to'el mundo la manteca (Tu sabe')
Roncando, mami, sabiendo que yo tengo veinticinco muerto' trepa'o
Le puse un chipeta a mi Glock pa' darte un fuletaso en la calle y dejarte tirao'

Yeah, b*t*h-a** n***a
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pu**y-a** n***a need kitty litter (B*t*h)
I was in the jungle with the lions, n***a
Peekaboo, I'ma come find a n***a
Jeff Hardy, Swanton Dive on a n***a (Dive)
.357, call it Dirty Harry (Drip)
I was in the kitchen cookin' Aunt Jemima (Cook it up)
We got the dough, had to scrape the bowl (Cook it up)
I was playin' football, sellin' dope (Gas)
N***a, right now, I'll kick a door
N***a, right now, they better check the score (We winnin')
We was in the trap smokin' Bran-Bran (Gas)
Load up them choppers, we ready for war
Hop in that minivan, slide on your block with that hot sh*t
Chopper gon' kick like Jackie Chan
Shooter in the cut like Robert Horry (Woo)
Never ever seen a snake kill a bird (B*t*h)
Pu**y-a** n***a better know the word (B*t*h)
Bang big B's, n***a, 93rd, on sauce
Houdini, on sauce
(Ayy, let me hit that ho)

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