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Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy
Ayy, ayy

Fashion killer, take me one night in designer
Ayy, my opps rap too, I get my shooters to go and sign 'em
Ayy, a n***a just lit for real, don't tell me that I'm famous
Ayy, I flew the b*t*h to the crib, she didn't even speak my language
Ayy, I got a little harder and my nuts got bigger
I'm ballin' like I'm Harden on you soft-a** n***as
My n***a drank sales like he MJ, Thriller
The rapper gotta step 'cause we took out his hitters

I drop a lil' ticket, they popped they n***a
Better play with your kids, I am not that n***a (Uh, huh)
My youngin hit where his top at
We GTA livin', somebody get shot at
I bet somebody get skrilled (Du-du-du)
We ride with them sticks in the whip (Du-du)
I hang out the window and hit (Hit)
Ain't dissin', I'm sendin' a blitz (Sendin' a blitz)
Won't mention, I give him a shirt
He play and we put his d**k in the dirt
Bet he lay and somebody feelings get hurt (Uh)
I live what I say in a verse (Uh)
Ayy, I was dead broke hurtin', so I put my pockets on surgery
Ran it up fast like cheetah, remember, it used to come turtle speed
They with me, they slidin' like Major League
I'm still in the streets, ain't no savin' me
It get hard to just stick to the strategy
They shoot but them n***as ain't baggin' me
My Ks, they be rushin', I be rushin' to the paper
I left that lil' b*t*h ugly 'cause I didn't wanna make up
Ayy, first I had wanted to save her
Got my nut off, then my mind changed
'Fore I blowed up, I was hurtin', I guess you can call it propane

We smokin' opps out the whole thang
She a thot, I can't tell her my whole name (Thot, thot)
Give me top, I make her suck the whole thang (Come here)
Hit they block, we try knock off the whole gang
My lil' n***a want bodies, he insane (Uh)
I pay for the homi', he get ate (Ate)
Uh, we drop 'em off and then skip states (Yeah)
Got the streets in a lock an inmate (I swear)

I drop a bag on your cheap a**, smack in his sleep with a ski mask
They countin' me out, I need that, I cry to the bank, I don't laugh
Pa** the ho to my n***a like Steve Nash
Ayy, whole gang hustle like Tip
You don't understand how I live
Believe when I tell you it's real, yeah, yeah
I was standin' on them raindrops, loaded off Roxies
I smoke a P on a master, these n***as ain't 'bout it
Really, you n***as just no bodies
None of yo' n***as got no bodies, we drill everything and go quiet
None of my opps be outside (Where you at?)
We tryna hit everythin' when we go slide (Boom, boom)
This four times sixteen (4X), pop a opp, he get dropped like a sixteen (Uh)
Mama tell me I'm movin' too risky (Okay)
Leave him smelly if he movin' fishy (What else?)
My killer get in his zone like two, three (Uh)
Drop back with that nine like Drew Brees (Uh)
We left his friend dead, he Uzi (Gang)
Before the fame, these b*t*hes was choosy (Go time)
In investigation, I'm clueless
The folks would've thought I was stupid (Thought I was stupid)
She heart-broke, no Ruth Chris (Thot)
She gave me more brain than a student (Uh)
I make 'em take tips like a tutor (Uh-huh)
Gun clip longer than a ruler (Fah, fah)
I learnt to finesse in Scooter (Jugg), I ain't playin' chess, we'll do ya
I'm a Great Dane, he a poodle (B*t*h)
These n***as be shrimps in a shark tank (Uh)
We stained him, gave his mama a heart ache
I used to be broke, I get money on off days (Cash)
Now I hit a ho and we part ways
We beat down his block like a  earthquake
Nowadays, I'm one gang and maintain
And free all the bros out the chain gang

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