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And they say they want the old me
Closest thing to Mike, b*t*h, I'm Kobe
N***as with this telling, don't condone it
Pressure, then I'm on it
I just copped some ice, yeah, it's frozen
Empty out them Glocks then reload 'em
This sh*t made me a believer
I'm just trying to live, this sh*t evil
I'm just trying to do this for my people
They say this that ether
N***a think he hot, we could freeze him
B*t*h, it's Nike Dunks and the razors

We don't tolerate no ho sh*t
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t
N***a, chase downs, head shots, n***a, walk ups (Baow, baow)
I heard them n***as getting (Baow, boaw, baow)
N***a (Baow, baow)

N***a, high speeds, we don't stop, f**k the one time (F**k the one time)
On billboards with the mafia like Shoreline (N***a)
Boss hoes, shake something if the rent paid (B*t*h)
Ask n***as, I've been turnt since the sixth grade (N***a)
Chase downs, head shots, n***a, walk ups (Ha-ha)
I heard them n***as speaking down, n***a, talk up
The ho sh*t (Ha), we don't tolerate no ho sh*t (We don't tolerate it)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (We don't know nothing, n***a)
Ask 'em, I can get you gone, I ain't capping
Rapping, wipe a n***a nose with a napkin
Bad b*t*h, Christian Dior for my fashion
Already know how I do it, n***a
Ayy, make her pu**y talk, send my n***as pics up in jail
Make the pu**y talk and I might buy you some Chanel or CELINE
Have you riding 'round in the beam, I'm the G.O.A.T. 
You can ask my lil' bruh Bean

Shake something, where them hoes that be bossed up?
And tell 'em if it ain't no money, you ain't lost nothing
High speed, we don't stop, this the fast jawn
I got this b*t*h shaking a** 'cause my bag long
B*t*h-made, we ain't fighting, we don't give fades
It's street smart and I've been turnt since the sixth grade
B*t*h, please, give me head, b*t*h, strip tease
These some Chanels on my feet, n***a, big C's
Uh, we tied in, so we stuck, n***a
Ain't no capping in my rap, I bust n***as
N***a thinking he the sh*t, we'll flush n***as
That revolver up close, it's a must, n***a
Ayy, who the f**k is you? I think we know, blood
My shooter coked out, point him out, he'll go, blood
Yeah, when my slime sneeze, he gon' catch something
I told him wipe you down, guarantee he gon' whack something

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