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(Widowmaker)
Mhm
Yeah
That's your motherf**kin' problem, man
A lot of you n***as is idiots
Ain't never had nothin'
Turn me up
(f**kin' peon-ass n***as)
(Bums)
f**k all these n***as too, man, all y'all n***as
Look

I f**k with block movers
Thirty shots in the Glock, I send shots through you
I got killers, you got shooters (For real)
These Margielas, fella, I never rock Supra
I green light it, they pop Rugers
Soda in the pot not what they got in the pop cooler
Pop my wrist so I can rock Mueller
Drop two in your top, wig-shot 'til you stop moving
It's Conway, c*cksucker, I'm not losing
My spot's proven
Lobster with the group-a
I'm like Pac when he popped them two troopers
Pull the coupe up, put the roof up
All black, Amari Cooper
I blank on the beats, I f**k the booth up
Hold the sales dirty or smelly
All my digi' scales dirty with resi'
Lil' bro got the Kel-Tec in his Pelle
He said, "Big bro, just tell me when you ready"

Sauce, let the thoughts run loose
Stood on the stoop, two for fifteen
I move dope, kicks clean (See this?)
Movin' stones, Jeff Fort
Rockin' white like I work in the mess hall (Fly sh*t)
Clothes from Ragamuffin
Don't get your muffin ragged for nothin', moe
We got Valiums bumpin'
Money growin' like ten heads
Playboy, n***as fornicate all year (That's a fact)
f**k n***as be aware it's killers here
Givin' gym scars
Lavish patterns on the Louis scarf (n***a)
Sauce hazardous, you been warned (Uh-huh)
All them shots lit off, y'all n***as hit nothin'? (Nothin'?)
I'm Eddy with the pop, pop
LAX, killer Cali, got me f**kin' hoes in the Valley
Heist life, P-double-R
Run a star for his jewels and his car
I got the hustler's heart, mind sharp

Yo, yo, yo
Henny handle what [?]
Vanna white on a Van Gogh
She's just [?]
Fishscale sample [?]
Grams implode when the pan [?]
Burns hot, abide by the code of ethics
Aesthetic supreme as your shorts
Porcelain Porsche Carrera truck on Pirellis, fire
reminders, MacGyver
Turn your girl to a geyser
I don't know who tryna misguide you, son
Set your flattop on fire
Firearm made of carbon fiber
Crown covered in barbed wire, I'm wiser
Paper like a binder
Mind-bender, [?]
Finish Kenzo
Bimmer or the Benzo
Dominican b*t*h like [?]
Extendos for the church and [?]
Turn your hard temple to techno
have you psuedo sonic Super Bowl
Loopholes got the [?]

Ayy, yo, I used to have to take the shank to the shower (To the shower)
The more powder you sell, the more power
You got a bad batch of dope, this sh*t sour
Fiends fallin' out by the hour
I got the best on the strip
Pregnant b*t*h tryna sell her wig for a hit
Everything I shoot, it got drums
Stop taggin' me with these n***as, these n***as bums (Bums)

(Lock and load)
Ayy, yo, f**k n***a, I'm the Flygod
You watch out the ride, we pull it, you gettin' robbed (Give me that sh*t, n***a)
Ralph ski suits from '92
I turned water to Ace, now who the f**k is you? (f**k is you?)
More designer
Bulletproof sedan, backseats recliner
You couldn't pick me out the lineup (Nah)
Chanel mask on from Hitler 2
Cases of yellow labels, I'm still p*ssin' Veuv
Brown bags outta Bloomingdale's
'04, used to pop the trunk, have Ruger sales
Went to the feds and got stronger (Got stronger)
Free Black, he got thirty years longer (Longer)
Used to get the veggies out the kitchen
Shootouts like Reggie, n***a, I ain't missin'
Blood on the knives, we had to rinse 'em
Talkin' to the plug firm, n***a, send 'em (n***a, send them sh*ts, n***a)

Anybody can get it, n***a, promise

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