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(Shout out 808 Melo)
The devil in my eyes, know what I'm sayin'?
From the city, servin' iron, no way
Nah, nah
Ain't no way, no way, no way

Fishbowl, send shots, bend blocks, send 'em back (Yeah)
Earthquakes and ceiling cracks, all my n***as into that
You send a shot, we send it back, all facts no cap
Put my hat to the back (Back), a hundred thousand in the bag
Look, eleven dollars an hour ain't enough to live (No)
So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
They tryna lock a n***a up and I'm like f**k a pig (F**k a pig)
Cause either way, mommy gon' still love her kid (She gon' love him)
I just took twenty from the city thеy like who is you? (Who the hell)
A lotta n***as talkin' sh*t that thеy don't really do (They don't do)
I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot (Oh)
My president black, bandana is blue (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Diamonds hittin', got me glistenin' like I came out the pool
I'm so exotic, like I came out the zoo
But I shot out the coupe
I got a scope with a clear eye view, woo
My boy Swizz hit me up I'm like, "Hallelujah" (Yo Swizz)
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Turn my blunt Medusa ('Dusa)
Cooler than a cooler (Cooler)
Ruger with a Ruger (Ruger)
A shooter with a shooter (Shooter)
A 100k all in a day (Yeah, yeah)
50 for the lawyer, 50 for the safe (For the safe)
Bear Heasy with the renty I'm like, "Why wait?" (Go Bear)
We the hottest in the city and the tristate
Look, the Woos about to raise the crime rate (Woo)
I just pulled up to your block in a i8 (i8)
Strapped, and I'm ready, she want it in her belly (Yeah)
Then all I gave her was a gla** and some Henny
Natural steak I put you on a plate
And we don't do it on the net we do it face to face
But if you talkin' on that net I put you on your face (On your face)
Cartiers and Pierres for a week straight (Cartier)
But if you lookin' for me you know where I'm at (You know where I'm at)
No more hot dogs, only steak and mash (Yeah, yeah)
I got like a hundred guns in the stash (Grr)
Never went to school, huh, but I always pa**ed (Baow)
[Open Verse]

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