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You already know how this sh*t go
Don't touch me, don't even look at me
Matter fact, back the f**k up
All you bop a** hoes, all you goofy a** n***as
Huh, huh, yea
Back the f**k up
Yea, yea, huh, huh, huh

Pull up on them n***as, I'm like, "What we learning?"
That's them n***as comin' out that gate, we gon wait on Vernon
He got hit the back, now he rollin' round like he Varney
I heard somebody died, it don't concern me

We got a hundred shots, I'm like, "Who we facing?"
N***a tried to run, I'm like, "Who we chasing?"
He got a regular Glock, I'm like, "Ooh, he basic"
That's 200 on that track, tеll me who we racing

I don't get it, what thе f**k is to these rap n***as pickin' sides
It's 2022, they still dissin' Scrapp cause n***as died
Your brother was a b*t*h anyway, I hate to kill yo pride
You ain't gon do sh*t anyway, b*t*h n***a, slide
I'm that fast n***a, when I hop out n***a, slow down
We done snuck a .50 in the club in case it go down
Heard n***as gettin' n***as chains took by they homies
Heard that n***a went out lonely, shouldn't have been on Stony

I'm just seeing who tryna do it, we get into it on Dooski
N***as be ready to die for trends, don't go goofy like Toosii
He got left in the club, somebody moving loosely
He ain't see me hit that cut, it got real spooky

Aye, aye
Who the f**k is dude, boy who brung you?
Check his f**kin' pockets, matter fact, take his gun, too
Spin they block so much, we already know where to run to
Switch on the Glock, the way it pop, you'll think I brung two

Aye Doodie Lo, mention them Gs one more time
We gon get Doodie lo(cation)
You Vin Diesel lookin' b*t*h, yo hair don't even grow
Every city that we in, we leave bullet holes
Keep that tommy next to me. it'll turn you to a ghost
Aye Ewell, I don't want no autotune, b*t*h that's me
Man, I hope these b*t*h a** n***as don't think it's chicken when it's beef
B*t*h I'm not the one, I really keep my blick up in them streets
Goofy let me hold his gun, now he [?]

Yea, yea
We ain't tryna talk 'bout how n***as be mentioning 3 and gettin' dropped by the heat
See me in the cut, till I popped out the cut
He complainin', he was tucking his chain
Move the switch, n***a, we ain't gotta aim
N***a got hit in the head, he ain't feel no pain
We ain't gotta say no names
You know how we bleed when it comes to the gang, n***a

When I catch you, that sh*t scary
We chase sh*t like Tom & Jerry
Pop his a** like Jason Terry
#3? Legendary
Play with him? Cemetery
Keep my jet five with me, that's my secretary

Yea, b*t*h
Yea, huh (x3), yea
On foenem grave!
This how we comin', yea!

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