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Imma pull up with the choppa, the XD
These n***as don't like me
Xan don't do much of that flex sh*t
He gon' hide behind the screen, he got beef, don't address it
Wock pint, sippin' lean, got the nine on my dresser
Yeah he mad cause' his b*t*h chose up, now he irrelevant
Whole gang finna go, n***a tell me who you better then?
Already know who on the beat, hit a bass, I ain't saying sh*t
Get pistol whipped with the glick, n***a who you playin' with?
Skinny n***a, but you know my pockets big like a fat b*t*h
Pull up with Brando, yeah we ball like the Mavericks
He said that it's his, I took her, you can't have it
Face shot left him shocked, man you don't want no static

Yeah I came from that [?] sh*t, RIP Gladys
Ran off on the play, and I snatch it like gladly
Blonde dreads, b*t*h she thought I was Durkio
You hating on me, like n***a ain't you thirty though?
You a grown n***a and you still f**k with them dirty hoes
How you f**kin' the pu**y and that sh*t smell like bootyhole?
You ain't gettin' no backend, ain't even got no bankroll
Tried to f**k with my money so I slapped him with the bankroll
And I am the general, you gon' do what your damn told
I up the b*t*h quick, so you best keep your mouth closed
Come in this crib and we f**k, keep your mouth closed
I knew you was a freak, she don't suck d**k with her eyes closed
I was hittin' the spot, she say Xan, hit a high note
Bullet wound to the chest, stain just like Geico
Could shot the ones, do this sh*t mano a mano
Had to bring the sticks out, n***a you already know he we comin'

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