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(313 Mafia)
Alright
Sh*t
(Trapboy3k)
Accidental sh*t talking
Y'all n***as can't f**k with me
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*t*h hard)

N***as tryna act like me, buyin' cut drank
Girly got too much a**, I know her b*** stink
Was finna shoot, then handed off the rock, that's a pumpfake
Buckshots, bet if the Glock miss his a**, the pump ain't
I got the bags from LB, but the Runtz fake
I count the cash and D-I-P, bro, I couldn't stay
I might stay in Cali when I go re-up, I bought a one-way
Deebo, snatch his necklace, then be like, "What chain?"
Cup dirty, got up early and put up thirty
I'ma keep a 40 on me like a drunk person
Dogsh*t, I been countin' twenties up since 1:30
You got two flip phones but only one workin'
Found out a n***a hit my b*t*h and I'm not mad
The Runtz bag say Jokes Up, but I will not laugh
Percocets got my nuts itchin', I ain't got crabs
Bought a Sprite, then drunk the lean straight, now my pop mad
Just brok? an M30 in half and let Louie take it
My b*t*h a** and t**ti?s fake, but her Gucci ain't
Been bustin' in the b*t*h a week straight, now her coochie stank
She wanna f**k, but keep talkin' 'bout my music, she a groupie, ain't she?
Bet if I ain't have a million views, she wouldn't let me hit it
Without my drugs, I'm only f**kin' for seven minutes
Baby Ghost'll knock your noodles back if I recommend it
But if I give him ten racks, it'll get detrimental
My shooter signed up for unemployment and bought seven Smittys
B*t*h, I been winnin' for a while, I'm on level sixty
Independent, makin' bands off rap, ain't a better feelin'
Ridin' 'round with K's out on bond not the best decision
But it's that or let a pu**y n***a catch me slippin'
If you look up sh*t talkin', I'm the definition
Come get a half a zip of soft for eleven-fifty
Two standard clips, a thirty round, and an extra fifty
With this Ghetto Boyz sh*t, I'm the amba**ador
Come to us lookin' for smoke, you gon' catch cancer
Two RPs and a honey pack, I'ma rim-shake
Was tryna run a ten up, made fifteen, then I ran faster
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on
Accidental sh*t talkin', n***a, yeah
That sh*t was on accident

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